Victor Crawford was a bit embarrassed. He stood up and saw his phone was wet. Faye Lowell immediately picked up his phone. "Director Crawford, let me wipe this for you. Why don't you go to the restroom and take care of that?"
As she spoke, Faye Lowell glanced at his pants.
Victor Crawford was a strait-laced man, and her stare made him uncomfortable, so he immediately agreed.
Faye Lowell watched Victor Crawford head to the restroom, then immediately opened his phone.
'Just as I thought. Older people never use passcodes on their phones.'
She blocked Cece's number, then put the phone back on the table to wait for Victor Crawford to return.
Victor Crawford, having managed to dry his pants considerably, came over to thank her.
