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VIVIAN

I stared blankly at my phone.

Nate was calling yet again. How did he not pick up on the underlying nuances in my behavior when I spoke with him the last time? Had he always been this tactless or was he really clinging onto me, trying to wear me out with irritation?

I sighed and picked up the phone, reminding myself that even though I did not want to talk, I had at least promised myself to be civil with him henceforth.

"Hello."

His baritone voice responded almost immediately I picked the call. "Hi." He said.

There was a hint of caution in his voice and it puzzled me. Whatever he wanted to talk about must be pretty delicate. I just hoped it had nothing to do with the douchebag presently waiting to rot behind bars.

I had made it explicitly clear that I wanted nothing to do with Richard's case moving forward and I was dead serious. It was time to live a life devoid of worries and to do that, I had to cut off the two men who were the biggest orchestrators of my problems.

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