Kyle stood still, not looking up at me. I was busy thinking. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled the number, a smirk spreading across my face.
"Evans' residence, how may I help?" said a voice on the third ring. I frowned; my parents really needed to get caller ID.
"Hello, Kirkwood, I need to speak with Mr. Evans," I said.
"May I inquire as to who is speaking?" he asked.
I was aware that Kyle was glancing up at me curiously, though when I tried to catch his gaze, he looked away again. He wasn't sure how I was going to react about the whole 'snooping' issue. I wasn't a hundred percent sure, either.
"Oh, good morning, sir. I didn't recognise your voice," said Kirkwood, pulling me out of my internal monologue. "I'll forward you to your father right away."
"Thank you, Kirkwood."
There was silence for a short while, not long, maybe a minute or so.
"Jaimie," my father's voice greeted me warmly.
"What do you want this time?" he asked. I could hear the smile in his voice.
"How do you know I don't just want to talk?" I challenged.
"You never just want to talk," he chuckled. "Now, what can I do for you?"
"Um, well... We've been having a bit of trouble recently," I said slowly.
"And, let me guess, you want me to get this arsehole sacked. Correct?"
"That's pretty much the gist of it, yeah."
"Name and workplace?"
I paused. "One minute." I took the phone away from my ear and turned to Kyle. "What's Liam's surname, and where does he work?"
"Liam Field, and he works as a bartender in the Red Lion," he said, very confused.
"There are hundreds of pubs called the Red Lion in London. Postcode?"
He thought for a minute before spouting out a number. I nodded and held the phone against my ear again. "Dad?"
I passed on the information, listening to the tapping of his keyboard. "Right, that'll be done before this evening. Do I want to know what kind of trouble this is? Or, was?"
"It's not the kind of trouble that Mother spouts, is pretty much all I can say," I said, grimacing.
"Well, that's alright then." There was some shouting from his end of the phone. "Oh, dear, your mother's gone off on one at Kirkwood again."
"What is it this time?" I sighed.
"The other day, she demanded that if you rang, she was to be told."
"Yes. Anyway, I have work to do, so I'll talk to you another time. Bye, Jaimie."
He hung up and I slid the phone back into my pocket. I turned to Kyle.
He didn't reply for a few seconds. "Did you just get Liam fired?"
Grinning wickedly, I said, "I most certainly did."
He shook his head, trying to appear disapproving, but the little smile on his face said otherwise. The smile disappeared suddenly.
"Would you have actually called the police?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head. "No, I would have called my security team."
He could see I wasn't joking and swallowed.
"Jaimie, I'm sorry I snooped in your room, it was wrong of me to do that, I--" he started. I cut him off, holding my hand up.
"It doesn't matter. You were probably going to find out eventually." I shrugged.
"So... you're not angry?"
I smiled and shook my head. "Of course not. Just, don't tell anyone, okay? Especially not Rollar."
"You two seem to have become a lot closer recently," he said understandingly.
A lot closer that you think... That reminded me: I needed to ask her about the relationship between us and what it actually involved. If it was all lovey-dovey and all that crap, I would be running for the hills. Or a hotel.