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~Velma’s POV
I was checking my suit again, frowning at a stubborn stain I hadn’t noticed before. The receptionist had told me about it earlier, and I wasn’t about to let it stay there. I carefully rubbed at the fabric, my mind elsewhere, when suddenly the door burst open. Dylan. Without knocking.
My hand shot up instinctively, slapping him hard across the chest. “What is wrong with you?” I hissed, eyes blazing. “Do you know how rude that is? You barged in like this!”
He blinked, startled, his mouth opening as if to say something, but I cut him off, shaking my head. I grabbed my phone, dialing Elena immediately. “Elena, I need you to set a meeting with Helena. Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you,” I said quickly, ignoring the look Dylan was giving me.
I drove to Helena’s gallery, le
