47 Bloomcrest, Hunter was working on his laptop. He was engrossed in his work when his phone blared loudly. Lazily he lifted his eyelids and located his phone beside his mug of black coffee. Zara calling... A small frown settled between his eyebrows as he stared at it. Since that night he unwillingly spent with Zara watching a movie, she was after him like a shadow. Asking him about his days and work, about his meals, about everything he didn't want to share with her. He wearily grasped his phone and put it on silent. Then he placed it behind the heap of files on his left so that even if the screen lit up with another call he wouldn't be able to see it. Hunter went back to focus on his laptop again. But a knock on the door interrupted him. He asked whoever it was to come in and heard, "Sir, Mr. Wordsmith is here to meet you. He says it's important." "Let him in." He replied and resumed his work. Hunter was least interested in Cole's reason to visit him. Since his divorce, Cole
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