"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.

thought she could finally communicate, she heard Quincy's panicked voice on the other end, cutting through the static. "Earthquake!

she had heard, the line went dead with a harsh

entire body going cold as her limbs trembled uncontrollably. The phone

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

the call cut off, you didn't hear any loud crashing or chaos, which means the earthquake likely wasn't too severe. They could

hope to Lydia. "She's right", Lydia thought. Things hadn't escalated to the worst

City, Mrs. Fay became just as worried. They both

found out that Mr.

she called out, "Quincy, are

arriving, she

that both of them were

her tears away, his gaze downcast,

stiffened, pulling back slightly. Slowly,

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