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Mateo watched as that Paul guy led Abigail down the hallway. Something about him rubbed Mateo the wrong way. Beyond the suspicions that he had, the man oozed of vanity. He seemed the slippery, suave type and Mateo didn’t trust him further than he could throw him.
“Mateo!” He heard his name and spun to find Shanya strutting down the hallway. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her face in a thunderous pout.
“Hey, Shanya,” Mateo said, trying to play it cool.
“Don’t ‘hey, Shanya’ me! We were supposed to hand in our conclusions for the Barnes case ten minutes ago. Do you know how much
I peed my pants asking Doctor Lee for an extension?”
“I’m sorry. My friend’s dad was just admitted and I wanted to be here in case she needed me.”
Shanya blinked, the grim expression clearing from he
