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The first thing I did was try to figure out who exactly Blake was. With how little we spoke yesterday, something told me that there was more to him than met the eye. I went online and tried to find every single shred of information I could about the handsome man with the crisp English accent, but there was nothing apart from an obscure f******k page which only mentioned that the man was born in Colorado and he liked mountain climbing.
When I googled his name, the only thing that popped up was his LinkedIn profile, which was so vague that it could probably belong to a fourteen year old trying to play grown-up. About three hours after trying to pry any shred of information I could about the man, I decided to give up. I shoved my PC aside and lay on the bed with a groan, trying to gather
