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58: HEY, STRANGER

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-09 23:55:12

ELARA’S POV

Two weeks.

It has been two weeks since I came back from New York.

Two weeks since everything returned to normal or at least that’s what I like to think.

Because Work has been steady, with new clients rolling in, thanks to Mr. Bellini and his wife’s help. I think I should feel relieved, maybe even happy, but for some reason, something feels off.

The Hales project has been my primary focus since I got back.

Today was the last inspection, and their representative made sure everything met their expectations.

I should be celebrating its completion, but my mind is elsewhere.

It’s also been two weeks since I last saw Nate. Not a call, not a text. Nothing. It’s like he vanished into thin air.

But what was I expecting?

That’s how things are supposed to be.

A sudden buzz from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. Fishing it out of my purse, I glanced at the screen.

It was a text from Nico.

NICO: Meet me at Crystal’s.

My heart skipped a beat. Nico had been avoid
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