Phoebe's POV
How considerate of him.
I hadn't felt particularly hungry moments before, but seeing the spread of tempting breakfast dishes made my stomach growl audibly. Without hesitation, I dove in and started eating with enthusiasm.
Alistair, who'd been standing close by, got a call. After hearing just a few words from whoever was on the other end, his face darkened considerably.
Harold sipped his coffee and looked Alistair's way. "Something wrong?"
Alistair caught Harold's eye, shooting a quick glance at me as I continued eating with my head down, then spoke briefly into the phone. "Let me run this by Harold first. Hold off for now."
He approached Harold, leaned in, and tapped something on his phone before passing it over. "Harold, our guys just spotted—"
Harold grabbed the phone, his eyebrows drawing together sharply, though his expression stayed neutral and his voice remained steady. "Look into it completely and handle it harshly."
