Even amidst the brewing digital warfare, Raymond's focus never entirely drifted from Phoebe. He picked up his secure line and initiated a transmission to her quarters.
"Hello, Miss Fortunata."
"To what do I owe the luxury of your call?" Phoebe questioned, her tone carrying a light, defensive edge.
"Yesterday... I suspect I dedicated far too much time to analyzing data with my father," Raymond admitted, his voice dipping into that low, exclusive register. "Right now, do you intend to audit the answers to the questions you harbored last night?"
Phoebe fell into a brief, heavy silence. She certainly hadn't forgotten his promise. "Why don't you simply present yourself at my estate to deliver them? Why are you initiating this audit over a standard telecommunications line?"
