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Yvonne's POV

I was quite literally climbing the walls of my apartment. I was precariously perched on the back of my sofa, using it as a ladder as I hung a painting. I had rearranged the furniture in my living room and was now moving pictures around to go with the new design. Yesterday, I had cleaned out and rearranged my kitchen cabinets. Making breakfast this morning had been quite an adventure because I couldn’t remember where I had put everything.

I had to get a job or a life, preferably both before I really lost my mind. Kylian had yet to call. I heard zero from the human resources department and had no idea what to expect. I couldn’t call him, I decided. I didn’t want him to think I was begging for my job or him. No way was I going to grovel. The scene at the club had been replaying in my head for too long.

I stepped off the couch, put my hands on my hips, and shook my head. It wasn’t what I wanted. I needed change and simply moving the couch from one side of