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The Sleepover

Author: Favy Beeee
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 06:39:55

“Diego’s been fully prepped. He knows the risks involved,” Viktor said hours after the meeting, both of us standing at the hallway.

“He scared?”

“He should be,” Viktor replied. “But he’s still going.”

“Good,” I said. “Tell him to check in every twelve hours. No exceptions.”

Viktor nodded and walked off. I stood there for a second, glancing down at my phone, my mind wandering. Then I sighed and dialed Mariana.

She picked up after the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey Mariana, you busy?”

There was a pause. “Um… no?”

“You sound unsure.”

“I mean, I just finished a shift. I was gonna head home, maybe eat… watch something.”

I leaned against the wall. “Change of plans. Come over.”

“To your place?”

“Yes.”

“For?”

“A sleepover.”

“…Are you serious?”

“I am."

"Is this an order?"

I smiled. "No Mariana, it's not. I could just use your company tonight."

Mariana laughed. “Okay then. Do I bring anything?”

“Just yourself. I’ve got wine and snacks.”

She hesitated. “Is this a setup? Like… a test or something?”

“
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