I’m standing outside the glass building of the PR company, with my phone clutched tight in my hand, the last of my courage dangerously close to crumbling because I don’t know where the hell I summoned it from in the first place.I texted him.I texted Christian five minutes ago. Just a simple message, “Can we talk? Please.”I don’t know why I added the please, because that makes it seem like I’ve done something wrong here, but…. I haven’t. Have I?I know Christian saw the message though. A few moments after I sent it, a small read tick appeared beneath the message and my stomach clenched, like I had just eaten something bad and it wanted to punish me.Maybe Christian’s not going to reply.Maybe texting him was a mistake and I should have just gone home instead.My head turns to the sound of glass doors gliding open and as my eyes travel up from shiny classic brown leather shoes, they go over a body I know is his and stop at his eyes, eyes that are colder than I have ever seen them.Ch
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