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Waiting for Jordy

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Jamal lingered outside the interrogation hall. He was leaning against the door, with his legs crossed. Dressed in a grey henley, tight denim pants, black loafers, and his hair sleek to the back, he looked the complete gentleman, posing no threats. But his actions and intentions were that of a snake.

His mind was writhing in agony. His head was jumbled up with a million questions and voices screaming that he better leave the Packhouse.

Lingering around like this would only stir up one thing - trouble. Everyone was already tensed from Zach's trail, he shouldn't add to the tension. The rational thing to do was just to lock it up, man up, and leave. Walk away before he does something crazy and creates a damning scandal.

He couldn't bring his legs to move. They seemed to have been pinned on the spot. He didn't force them to move either. Every nerve in him wanted to stay back and talk to Jordy.

But about what?

It was the million-dollar question with no answe
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