Tamara.“That girl's a real bitch. What!!!?” Hazel breathed out, twisting in her chair as she stared at the photos.I was right. I was being trailed.These are series of pictures, from different angles, me at work, at the hospital, like literally every fucking where.It kinda scares me, the length Chloe's willing to go to achieve whatever it is.But no.She's just a loose canon, looking to feast on someone else's sadness.I lean back into the couch, a smirk forming at the corner of my lips.It's time I play this little game with her.Hazel shoots me a look, eyes narrowing in on me.“I think it's time I send her a gift. Watch her run around a little,”Her eyes shifts to the photos, measuring.I nod.Her brows lifts, a smile forming. “No way,”“Yes way,”Hazel laughs, then she tilts her head like she's mulling over it. “How do you intend to do it?”“It's simple. I’d have it couriered to her,”“No trace?”“No nothing,”Yeaah. She'd live off guessing, wondering.It's a bait, to lure her o
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