Chapter 66: Arthur's Call

"I'm here. Come down!" The second the call connected, Arthur's voice came through sharp and curt. And just like that, the line went dead. I stared at my phone, frowning. What was wrong with this man? Arthur Sandlin never gave anyone a chance to speak. One call, one sentence, and that was it. This guy was seriously infuriating. I tossed the phone onto the bed and flopped down beside it, determined not to go. Let him wait downstairs. He was the one who hung up before I could say anything. But my resolve never lasted long when it came to Arthur. Five minutes later, I was pacing the floor, chewing my lip. Arthur wasn't someone who liked to wait. If I didn't show up soon, he might leave. Or worse, come up. "Serena Cole, you have no spine," I muttered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. "You can't even hold your ground for five minutes." I grabbed my bag and headed out anyway. When I reached the building entrance, his silver Cadillac was parked right in front like it owned the