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I don’t acknowledge it. I’m already looking back at my phone.

Already typing.

Me: Took you long enough to reply, printsessa.

I hit send.

And just like that, my bad mood is gone.

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SASHA

I realize toolate that my message never sent.

I had replied to my mystery texter almost immediately, still warm and buzzed with satisfaction. But sometime between me hitting send and me passing out, my phone must have lost signal or something, because now?

The message just sits there. Stuck.

Message failed to send.

I stare at it, annoyed and confused, my fingers hovering over the screen like I can will it into submission.

Of course, this would happen. Of course, the first time I do something reckless, something exciting, the universe immediately sabotages me.

I type up another message, but just as I hit send, my phone starts to buzz. For a second, my heart stutters, wondering if he’s calling me. No way. No way.

I pick up the call hesitatingly. “Hello?”

“Ms. Caldwell?” A stiff, professional voice I don’t recognize. “Report to the CEO’s office immediately.”

My heart stops.

The CEO?

I barely have time to process before the call disconnects.

I stare at my screen, frozen, because this has never happened before.

Nobody at my level gets called to the CEO’s office. Hell, most people don’t even see him.

And the only thing I can think is?—

Oh my God. What did I do?

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks, taking one look at my face.

“I just got called to meet with the CEO,” I say.

His eyes widen. “What?”

Brittany, who’s in the next cubicle, gets to her feet. “Say what?”

I slowly get up from my chair. “Yeah.”

“Well, you better hurry. You don’t want to keep the CEO waiting,” Ryan says.

“Yeah, babe, best of luck,” Brittany calls out from behind him.

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