The alarmed Snowden Jones quickly reached for her phone and dialed the reception desk of the company.
Buzz...buzz...buzz...
Although the phone was connected, no one was answering it.
"What's going on? Is anything happening at the company?" By this time, Old Madam Jones had already gotten up from the floor, anxiously asking with a sense of panic written all over her old face.
"Grandma, no one's answering!" Snowden Jones said with a furrowed forehead, her face cast over with a cloud of gloom.
No one's answering?
Old Madam Jones's heart dropped. She said seriously, "It's already past nine in the morning. The employees should be at work by now, how come no one's answering the phone!"
Witnessing the unusual situation, Old Madam Jones's expression turned darker.
"Hurry! Snowden, call the employees on their private numbers. No matter what, we have to find out what's going on!" Old Madam Jones ordered anxiously.
Snowden Jones nodded and quickly dialed her confidant's number.