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DOMINIC

My phone’s ringtone triggered me out of my shallow sleep.

As my eyes furiously blinked until they were open, I failed to reason why I was sprawled on the couch until I sat up.

Grace was yet to back from wherever she headed after walking out with a soul draped in sorrow.

I was about to drown in my worries when the device in my hand cried persistently and begged to be attended to. With haste, I adjusted my phone and hoped that she was the one calling.

A look at the screen and it turned out that it wasn’t her.

But I picked up the call anyway.

“Hello?”

‘Mr. Powers?’

“Yes?” I could hear loud music in the background.

‘This is the clubhouse in Hotel Pierre. There is a lady here who is claiming that she knows you.’

Hoping that it wasn’t Regina, I asked, “Who is this lady?”

‘She calls herself Grace. And Rose. Your name has been on her lips for a while, sir. Right now, she is super drunk.’

Relieved that Miss Sands was not in any deep, unwanted trouble, I thanked the guy tha