The voice coming through the phone was noisy—the sound of many people talking, music, and the clinking of glasses and plates. It was clear that Joanna Jacobs was out somewhere, like a restaurant or a bar.
Aurora Sterling glanced at the time. It was already past nine, which was a little late for dinner. Plus, the background music sounded like jazz, so Joanna Jacobs was most likely in a place like a cocktail lounge.
Professionals under a lot of stress often liked to unwind with a drink at such places after a long day.
Aurora clearly heard Joanna Jacobs's hesitation. She then smiled and asked in a cheerful tone, "Miss Jacobs, is there a reason you're calling so late?"
"Heh." Joanna Jacobs let out a soft, dry laugh. It sounded sarcastic, yet also as if she had seen through something.
Aurora had no interest in deciphering the hidden meaning behind Joanna Jacobs's cryptic laugh. She simply asked again, "Miss Jacobs, was there something you needed?"
