He picked up the phone and heard Lana’s pretentious voice. “Did you receive the Queen of the Night, Mr. Whitman? I’m sure you understand why I sent them.”

“For the last time, Lana Johnson, do not disturb me again. I have no interest, nor will I have any in the future, for women like you.”

Lana merely scoffed as her tone grew more smitten. “You’ll never know if you’re interested until you try. I hear that your wife’s four months pregnant, Mr. Whitman.”

This woman’s actions and speech were too