18 - What do you want?

While Zeva was unlocking her locked front door, her phone suddenly rang. She paused from opening the door and decided to check her phone in her coat pocket instead.

Upon seeing the contact name displayed on her phone's screen, Zeva rubbed her eyes. She wanted to make sure she wasn't mistaken. It was late at night, and she was tired, so her vision wasn't optimal due to drowsiness.

Earlier, Zeva had a client who had a lot of energy. They visited many places, and the client seemed tireless even though they did a lot of walking. Zeva had to follow them despite her feet feeling like they were about to fall off. But the advantage was that the client treated her to dinner, so Zeva didn't need to worry about preparing her own dinner.

"Is this really him calling? Why? Does he still have any business with me?" Zeva monologued, commenting on the caller's identity.

However, even though she grumbled, Zeva still answered the call. This time, she chose to remain silent at first. She wanted to wai