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Gautam was grinning like anything. "Well, if you have decided then what can we do? " Rahul said with a wink. Just then Sandhya came into the room and walked slowly towards Vikram. She was looking downwards and came and stood near Vikram. He bent a bit towards her and whispered something. She must have been shocked to hear his voice... She immediately looked at him. Then she whispered something. She was looking confused. Vikram was smiling and she was shocked and irritated. They kept whispering to each other for 2 more minutes.

She joked. "A naira for your thought." He brought out a fifty naira note. "Okay, fifty naira for your thoughts." He said and Michal giggled. Hammed was sometimes a clown. "How did you know I'd be here." She asked as he sat close to her. "Our hearts are connected, don't you think?" He gave her a special look. "I missed you." He said and she blushed. "Do you need mind therapy? I'm a therapist."

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I woke up to the sound of a text message notification at 3:17 a.m. My phone lights up on the nightstand, the sharp blue glow slicing through the dark. I stared at the unknown number for some minutes, it wasn't Camilla, who again could it be. I sighed, unlocked my phone and opened the text. SASHA boldly written. *I’m outside the front gate. Let me in or I start screaming and wake the whole island. We need to talk. Now.*

He'd smashed everything in a fit of rage, his face twisted into something almost unrecognizable. The phone on his desk suddenly rang, the screen flashing Unknown Number. He snatched it up, too furious to bother with courtesy. "Have you traced that hacker's location?" There was a pause on the other end before a voice, distorted through a scrambler, finally spoke. "No. Sharon found herself a real expert this time." Silas's laugh was sharp and venomous. "Aren't you supposed to be the number one hacker in the world, Q? How could there be someone better than you?"

I suddenly felt my phone buzz and opened the notification. BNB Group Chat Cassia: GUYS Sahana: WAT DO U WANT Me: WAT CASSIA Cassia: I THINK I JUST MET GOD Me: WTF DO U MEAN BY THAT Cassia: ILL EXPLAIN MORE Cassia: WE HAVE TO MEET UP SOON Me: yea I have to tell ya'll smth too Sahana: OK MY PLACE SATURDAY Cassia: DEAL Me: cool Sahana: SAMI WHY RNT U TEXTING IN CAPS ANYMORE IS SMTH WRONG

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

With that, he secretly slipped his contract card and whispered, “I would like to invite you to my birthday party tomorrow. If you don't mind your *ssh*l* being cracked again, call me.” *******

A falseness that put me on edge. I stood to join him, looking at my friend. This felt so wrong. I had never felt this awkward with him. Even when we had first met. ‘Well, do something to fix that.’ Shira grumbled. 'Give him a chance to prove himself. What are we headed home for? A potential arranged marriage of your own? Looking for a job? You could do that here. With a friend who could make you happy. You do not want to lose a friend.’