I froze, my breath caught in my throat, like a character in a paused video game. My heart pounded as I turned to Desmond, who hissed under his breath, “What the fuck does he want from me now?” His irritation was clear, but it did nothing to ease the tension gnawing at me. Desmond quickly pulled away, adjusting himself, and headed towards the door. I stayed rooted to the spot, fear and guilt tightening around me like a noose. “Yes, Charles?” Desmond replied, without opening the door, his voice calm. “Is everything okay, Desmond? You called me and didn’t say a word,” Charles said from the other side. “Oh! That was a mistake dial, Charles. I was trying to call one of my staff,” Desmond lied effortlessly. “Okay. But where’s Caitlyn?” Charles asked. Hearing my name made my stomach churn. My chest tightened as guilt coursed through me. The sound of Charles’ voice, warm and familiar, now felt like a sharp blade cutting through my conscience. How could I do this to him? Desmon
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