*****
Elara stared at her phone, wondering why Ziva was not here yet.
She had called her many times already. The last time they spoke, Ziva said she was done with what she was doing and would come to Voice before six PM.
Now it was almost seven.
Elara did not want to keep calling and disturb her, so she decided to wait. She walked to the mirror and sat down, staring at nothing in particular while her fingers tapped repeatedly on the table.
The concert would start at eight thirty, and there was only about one hour and thirty minutes left.
A knock suddenly came from the door.
Elara stood up at once, thinking it was finally Ziva.
She even prepared what to say, ready to complain about her being late when she was always the one talking about punctuality.
But when she opened the door, her expression paused. It wasn't Ziva, but one of the staff members.
The woman told her that the driver Rye had arranged was already waiting for her at the parking lot.
