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115: No work
Angel wasn’t at the spot Calvin told her to wait. Where could she possibly be? He had been worried the first time she went off without telling him. Now, he was a tad pissed. He told her to let him know if she wanted to leave. Parties like this weren’t so much his scene. This wasn’t a networking party, it was for fun. He could leave without anyone holding it against him. That was why he asked so many times to know if she was fine staying back or them leaving then.
He dropped the glass of wine and bottle on the table they had stood beside minutes ago. If the server didn’t waste his time, he would have been here sooner. She must have gotten tired of waiting for him. He patted his pocket for his phone and groaned. She wasn’t with her phone, so there would be no way for him to contact her. They agreed not to use their phones today.
No work. No calls. No emails. No texts.
As Calvin was about to go check on his wife, someone gr
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His Runaway Angel 119: Both of them
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