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FORTY-EIGHT

KIERA’S POV

It was around 8 PM when I sprawled on my bed, snug under my comforter, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, Gabriel’s name lit up the screen, and a familiar knot twisted in my stomach like a vice.

“Why’s he calling me?” I muttered, annoyance creeping in as I reluctantly answered.

“Hi,” I said, attempting to keep my voice even.

“I need you to come to my room. It’s important,” he stated, his tone sharp leaving no room for negotiation.

“For what?” I shot back, my mood plummeting.

“I need help organizing some emails for tomorrow,” he replied matter-of-factly as if it were the most trivial of tasks.

"You’ve got to be kidding me, Gabriel. You couldn’t have assigned this to me earlier? Ugh... It’s clear now that you’re up to something,” I thought in my mind, frustration eating me up, but I kept the thought to myself, biting my tongue.

“Kiera, are you there?” He asked, sensing my quiet.

“Umm, yeah... yeah... What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that,” I replied, prete
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