CRAVE
And this is one of those times.
"Why are you telling me?"
"Maybe you can convince her." Kaleb offers, and I laugh. "Did me coming here make you forget how things are?"
"Alex—"
"I’m the last person she’ll listen to, Kaleb. I’m just here to check on her. And you. Nothing more." I claim, and he nods as he unlocks the door and lets me through. He shuts it behind me, and two pairs of eyes raise to me. A pair belonging to my mother and the other to a man who looks to be in his early twenties. He’s in a formal suit, his brown hair slicked back with gel, and he’s holding a file out for Mom. I conclude it must be one of those who works for her at the company before I meet her piercing green eyes.
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