Lyra watched as Orla's face crumpled in disbelief, her eyes darting between the phone in her hand and the one in Lyra's. The restaurant remained eerily silent as everyone processed what had just happened.
"That's... that's impossible," Orla stammered, her perfectly glossed lips parting in shock. "This is Dr. Payne's number."
Lyra's heart skipped a beat. How had Orla gotten hold of her secret professional number? She quickly composed herself, keeping her expression neutral as she pressed the decline button on her phone.
"Clearly, you've been misinformed," Lyra said coolly, placing her phone on the table. "Perhaps you should check your sources."
Orla's humiliation quickly transformed into rage. Her nostrils flared as she slammed her phone down. "This proves nothing! This just confirms you're using multiple identities!"
"Or it confirms you're desperate and grasping at straws," Lyra countered, taking a sip of water to hide her unease. Orla knowing about Dr. Payne was troubling.
