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“Don’t worry about it. Just get yourself something.” I watched her walk down the street, her pace slow but steady. Then an idea struck me, one I didn’t like but had no other choice. I dialed Marcus but it went to voicemail. I hung up, tried again and got the same result. On the third attempt, I gave in and left a message. “I… I need… I need to take you up on that offer,” I said, voice breaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Please call me.” Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a text.

Dane’s POV A call to my private number startled me, even though I was already awake. I reached for my phone and put it to my ear, not bothering to check who the hell was calling because whoever could find that number, was definitely not a small fry. “I'm sure you know I know now?” I paused in my head. Know what? And who the hell is this? That's when I checked the true caller. “Michelle Hart.” No way in hell. I nodded my head, even though she couldn't see me.

Fuck. Rіght now thе person I need is Rуаn. I gо into my ѕmаrtрhоnе, brіng uр his соntасt number аnd hіt thе саll button. Ryan іѕ one of the most еxреrіеnсеd tесhѕ I’vе еvеr mеt, аnd hе’ѕ a good frіеnd.

It was already nighttime when I got home. The house was pitch-black, but the house next door was brightly lit. I had just returned to my room and turned on the lights when footsteps came from the next room. Immediately after, Rachel pushed the door open and walked in. "You're back? Did you talk to my mom today?" I ignored her and busied myself with accountkeeping. As I was leaving Betty's place, she slipped me a note with a name and an address written on it. She said it was an old classmate of hers who was now in Texon and could be of some help to me.

My blood is boiling under barely there restraint. My hand reaches for my phone and I find myself scrolling through my contacts for a number that I haven't dialled in a while. I press down on the call button...

I couldn't help but take out my phone and call Patrick. The system voice quickly came from the other side of the phone, "The number you have dialed is not in the service area or it has been turned off..."

m. "Great! do you mind if I call you by your name? " "You can call me Lilly. " " Good, you should also call me Ray," "ok, see you tonight, Ray.

"Okay, give me a moment to make a call. Which station is it?" "The one in Umbilo," I said. "Okay, I'll call you back," "Thank you."

“I am familiar with that rule. Give me a moment. I will be down in ten minutes. And one more thing, you can call me Crystal. What is your name?” “Sure thing, Miss Crystal. I am Maya.”

I take a deep breath and take my phone and text him: "Thank you for the email. You saved me, and I will be in eternal debt to you." It didn’t take five minutes and my phone buzzes with your message popping up on the screen: "Always at your service, Miss Penedo." I bite my lips and then I write: "Call me Dalia, Carlos. I hope to return the time one day..." Your message comes soon after: "Dalia..."