Chapter 11

• "Here's your phone, Miss Miya," Desi said, holding out Miya's cell phone, which she recognized immediately.
• Since then, Miya has been sitting around, waiting with a lot of anxiety. In a room with a tense atmosphere, Miya felt like a bait ready to be swallowed by this predator. With no way out, there was little she could do. From time to time, Damian—the owner of the room—asked about several things. After that, it was quiet again, except for the sound of Damian typing on his keyboard, the phone ringing, and him engaged in a long conversation.
• It was pretty dull, but there was nothing Miya could do.