CHAPTER 20. The toy

Toy

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I strode down to the living room, basking in the freshness that comes from taking a shower after a long day at work, holding my diary and a cup of juice. If I’m going to read about my sad past, it’s best to have a cold drink to freeze the pain.

I settled on the couch, noting that the monotone furnishing of Jessie’s house was still an eyesore. As I opened my diary, the system buzzed, and Jessie walked in.

“Ooooh gosh,” Jessie grunted as she crashed into the sofa.

“How’s the planning going?” I asked, sipping from my juice.

“Mrs. Brown is the most annoying client I’ve ever had.” Jessie leaned forward. “She doesn’t know what she wants. One moment it’s red roses, the next it’s white lilies,” she rushed, gesticulating with her hands.

She suddenly stopped complaining and picked up her phone as it pinged.

I chuckled. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing the smile stamped on her face while she stared at her phone.

“It’s Zach.” Jessie smiled.

My eyes flew wide open. “Wait, Zach? Damon’s Za