"Who the hell are you calling Cammy?" Chiqui asked, her eyes never leaving the road as she gripped the steering wheel. "You've been dialing that number non-stop since lunch."
"My mom," Cammy sighed, her frustration can be felt in every syllable. "I've been trying to reach her since Monday. Calls, texts—nothing. She's completely ignoring me. Not a single response, not even a missed call. I don't know what else to do. Should I just fly there?"
Eve, lounging in the back seat, arched a brow. "Honestly? Yes. After everything she pulled, you need to confront her face-to-face."
Chiqui nodded in agreement. "You don't have anything urgent in the Cross Mart project right now. Why not take a leave and go?"
