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“What is that?” uttered Ronald.

Gray saw him standing up as well as Colleen. His head turned around, looking for the source of the sound. “Whose phone is that?”

The men began tilting their heads and checking their phones.

“Not mine,” said one man.

“Not mine either,” responded another.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” thought Gray and abruptly hit the power off button of her phone in panic without looking at the caller. When she peeked back at them, Ronald was still suspicious. She laid flat on the floor. She could feel the beating of her heart rising to her throat. She glanced at the door she entered from. If things go south, that was her only escape plan.

From staring unfocused at the ceiling, Gray turned her head toward her phone. “I just remembered you fucking got me in trouble back there,” she said to her phone, and obviously, it couldn’t respond to her so she turned her head back toward the ceiling. “Or maybe it was Edward’s fault.” She closed her eyes and rewound the events herself as i