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Not A Bloody Fake Smile

Author: Naomi Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 22:29:34

JACKIE

“Jackie,” Saint called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What?” I snapped at him.

“You have been lost in thought. I have been calling you,” he added.

I rolled my eyes, majorly because he was right and I didn’t like the fact that he got something right about me.

After Keith harshly sent me out of his office like I didn’t mean shit, I came to the resting room and began to brood over it, my body boiling with anger and humiliation. Saint might have been part of the gang for years now, but that didn’t mean it was okay for Keith to speak to me in the manner with which he did, and also, that we were familiar with each other didn’t mean that I wouldn’t be furious and humiliated.

“What do you want?” I asked him harshly.

I was sent away while he got to stay, so technically, I wasn’t even in the mood for any form of conversation with him.

“I know you are pissed off with Keith for speaking to you that way, but I need you to understand that he is under a lot of pressure,” Saint said.

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