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2024-10-29 19:42:56Raleigh’s POV
I stood in front of Mr. Dunner’s office, my stomach twisting into tight knots. I felt scared, more scared than I’d been in a long time. I wiped my sweaty hands on my skirt and took a deep breath. This was it. This was where I’d find out if I was getting fired. I just knew it had to be about the kiss with Logan. How could it not be?
The picture of me and Logan kissing. Mikel had sent it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if Mr. Dunner had seen it? What if everyone in the office had seen it? My heart was racing just thinking about all the horrible things they might be saying about me. Would they think I was using Logan to get ahead? I wasn’t, but people love to make up stories.
I knocked softly on the door, hoping maybe he wouldn’t hear it. But of course, he did.
"Come in," Mr. Dunner’s voice called from the other side.
I pushed the door open slowly, feeling like my feet were too
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