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In the end, they had become friends. After hanging up the phone, Jason looked at Madison and said, "It’s Silas. This guy's character is the same as his name. He found me something to do again." Jason said with a smile! "Well, I think I'm going abroad recently. Take good care of yourself at home," Jason said.

as he opened his car window. I did not say anything. After a few minutes of silence, Robbie looked back at Twen and asked him politely, "Twen, are you done with the game? Can I have my cell phone?" "Just one minute, I have almost killed the last boss," Twen said, furiously pressing on the phone, but the very next moment, he loudly screamed, "NOOOO...I lost!" Robbie and I both quickly hid our laughter. Twen sullenly handed the phone to Robbie, who quickly searched through his contacts and pressed on one. I heard the ring on his cell phone followed by a female voice answering.

please let's go back' 'We're not going back Mateo, you're coming in with me' Wayne replied with a deep and slightly scary voice 'what!!!' Mateo exclaimed as he remember how Wayne has been acting weird since earlier, coming late to his launching, disappearing on him, making signs with his P.A and just a moment ago the receptionist signal to him to go ahead without him collecting card or signing anything and looking back she was still smiling...'Is this the friends betraying friends they always talk about' Mateo thought and was about to runback when he hit his body against a strong body. He got confused immediately,his head started spinning and he started loosing his footing.

Two Weeks Later It's already been thirty minutes since I got back home from Chicago. I went for a photo shoot and I'm extremely exhausted already. I walked in on Celine getting dressed to go out with Janet and the other girls. She told me about the outing yesterday on the phone when she called but, I don't think I'll be able to go with her. I'm extremely tired. "Are you sure you don't want to go with us?" She asked with a puppy look on her face.

I kissed Mia’s forehead one more time. “I have to get back to work,” I said. “But I’ll be here Wednesday. First thing.” “Promise?” Mia nodded. “Promise.” A hand crossed over my heart, her smile reached mine. I stepped into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind me. My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out. Thumb hovered over the screen. A text message. I stopped walking. An unknown number glowed at the top of the screen. Marcus? Alex? My heart slammed once, hard against my ribs.

Six Years Earlier I stared at my phone for almost a full minute. Hope you got home safely. — Abe How he got my number wasn't even the most annoying part. It was the fact that he'd actually texted me. I sighed before typing. How did you get my number? Three dots appeared almost immediately. Class representative. I frowned. You asked for my number? His reply came seconds later. No. I asked for my project partner's number. Turns out that's you.

she spat out, laughing. She knew Marcos and I were insatiable, like we were trying to make up for the separation coming in a few weeks. Just yesterday, we came back from the cabin late, even though he knew he had to work early today. “I learned from the biggest vixen in São Fernando,” I teased, grabbing my phone to text him.

I answered calmly. Before he could say anything, I hung up the phone. The moment the call ended, I realized I was still standing on pack grounds. The werewolves around were all staring at me. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. Just then, another call came from an unknown number. "Hello, this is Werewolf Temple. We’re calling for a final confirmation—do you and the Red Moon Pack alpha still want a bond breaking mediation?" "There is no need. Proceed with the bond breaking," I answered.

I became a pariah overnight. "Men like him are despicable! He'd do anything for money!" "How evil! So many would have died if the fire had actually broken out!" "Poor Richard. He was always bullied." "Someone doxx him! Let's make sure he suffers!" ... My phone buzzed with a new message just as I threw my phone away to focus on my documents. I'd gotten a text from Jenna. 'Meet me in 30 minutes, Hank. I'll be waiting at the cafe by your home. I need to talk to you about something important.'

I took a deep breath and opened the message thread again. The timestamp still read March 3, 2030. Five years. Was this really a message sent from five years later? And the sender was still our company's cold, untouchable CEO, Veronica Starling? Could my phone be broken? I immediately restarted it. After it powered back on, another message came through from her. "Dear hubby, why are you not replying to me…" I looked at the message. Then I looked at the time again. It still showed March 3, 2030.