"Fuck." He stood and his thick terrycloth robe swept behind him as he walked into the elegantly simple modern living room through the open glass doors. He put down his glass and answered on the 8th ring.
"It's late," he answered. His 'I don't give a shit' attitude was evident.
"Mr. Foster, I am most displeased." It was Homosoto. Miles curled his lips in disgust as Perky looked in from her balcony vantage.
Miles breathed heavily into the phone. "What's wrong now?" Miles was trying to verbally show his distaste for such a late call.
"Our plans were explicit. Why have you deviated?" Homosoto was controlled but forthright.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Miles sipped loudly from the brandy glass.
"I have read about the virus, the computer virus. The whole world in talking about it. Mr. Foster, you are early. I thought we had an understanding."
"Hey!" Foster yelled into the phone. "I don't know where you get off calling me at 2 in the morning, but you've got your head up your ass."
"Excuse me Mr. Foster, I do not and could not execute such a motion. However, do not forget we did have an agreement." Homosoto was insistent.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Miles was adamant.