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"Hello," Vivian said awkwardly, wondering who it was.

"Well, hello to you too, Miss Sanchez"

Vivian wasn't sure whose voice she expected to hear, but it certainly wasn't the deep, baritone one she heard on the other line. Even without him introducing himself, she knew exactly who it was and a shiver went down her spine.

"This is Scott McCall" he continued.

Vivian shook her head, trying to concentrate. "Well… urmmm… yes…. I… urmmm…. I noticed. Good afternoon, sir" she said nervously.

She heard him chuckle. "You recognized my voice?" he asked, sounding as if he couldn't believe it. "Well, that's flattering. I must have made quite an impression on you, am I right?"

Vivian didn't reply. She didn't know what to say as a reply because she didn't even know if the question was rhetorical. Also, her tongue was tied up in her mouth. She was thinking hard too… wondering why he was calling her. Was something wrong? Had he decided to arrest her for sneaking into his room? Her head was spinni