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Eden’s phone chirped, and she scooped it off the side, hating that more than a small part of her wanted it to be a text from Tony. She didn’t know when she’d become so man obsessed, but since meeting him, Tony was almost always in her thoughts.
“Hello,” she said after hitting the answer button; still excited over the prospect of speaking to Tony again.
“Eden?” A woman’s voice came down the line, stopping Eden dead. “It’s Aella,” the voice said, and Eden breathed out slowly, calming herself after her momentary panic.
“Hi, Aella,” she said, unsure about what the other woman wanted.
“I’m going to put you on speaker phone.” Eden frowned, despite knowing that the other woman couldn’t see her. Whatever was going on, she had a feeling that she wouldn’t like it all that much.
“Okay,” she
