Chapter One- Hundred And Eighteen

"Get ready, 'cause I am coming over to your first thing tomorrow morning," Her words echoed in his ears. He went blank and no words could come out of his mouth. He was speechless.

His phone beeped, signaling the end of the call. He wasn't pleased by her last words, calling her number once again to change the date of her appearance in his city. His cell phone kept ringing, but there was no answer on the phone. It was already 2 p.m. prompt on the clock, and he hadn't even seen the building he was supposed to use.

“What will she come to check? There’s no building just yet.” He whispered to himself.

He didn't want to disappoint her since she could only come to his city once to report this story.

He was lost in thoughts, not minding the ticking of the clock or the passing of time.

He finally got an idea. Taking out his phone, he placed a call to Turner.

"Uhm, greetings, Mr. Turner."

"Oh, yeah, my Ryan. How is everything?".

"Not good.” His voice was plain.

"And why is that?" He asked,