Chapter 53

KYLE

As I flip through the meeting notes Ms Burton left on my table some time ago, a message buzzes on my phone screen.

When I pick up the phone to glance at it, I rub my index finger and thumb across the bridge of my nose.

What does he want from me?

Sighing, I pick up my phone and slide my thumb on the screen, stretching the sides of my neck.

Oh, god.

Was I supposed to meet him today?

Tapping my finger reluctantly on the chat box to access his text, I make a face blow out a series of short breaths when his message pops up on the screen.

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