"But I just can't shake this feeling." Lydia murmured, anxiety gnawing at her.

"Unfortunately, you can't reach Mr. Quincy right now unless you have someone who can get in touch with him," her secretary suggested.

Lydia's eyes lit up. Why hadn't she thought of that? She could call her father!

Without wasting another moment, she dialed her father's number, heart pounding with worry for both Quincy and her dad. As the phone rang, each second felt like an eternity, and she silently prayed that nothing had happened. Finally, the call connected.

"Hello... signal's bad here..." came Mr. Fay's voice, crackling with interference.

The signal was awful, and Lydia's heart leapt back into her throat. Raising her voice, she tried to make herself heard. "Dad, where are you? I saw a video saying there might be an earthquake in Salt City!"

"What? I can't... hear you clearly," Mr. Fay's voice came in and out, making it hard to communicate.

"I said there might be an earthquake where you are! Don't go outside!" Lydia repeated, louder this time.

connection cleared up and Lydia thought she could finally communicate, she heard Quincy's

had heard, the line went dead with a harsh

chair, her entire body going cold as her limbs trembled

it. "Miss Lydia, please, try to stay calm. Think

crashing or chaos, which means the earthquake

a flicker of hope to Lydia. "She's right", Lydia thought. Things hadn't escalated to the worst yet. Until she had concrete

in Salt City,

found out that Mr. Fay

as she called out, "Quincy,

arriving, she had braced herself for the worst, thinking she might never see

relief and gratitude that both of them were alive, she broke

her tears away,

back slightly. Slowly, she

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