CHAPTER FIVE
MAKING AN ENEMY
LAURA’S POV
Chris had been so charming last night that I was so sure I would call him, and he would come running immediately as soon as he could. But to my surprise, I called him, and he wouldn't pick up, and when I was directed to voicemail, I sent him a message, but there was no reply. After calling the third time, a female voice picked it up.
“This is the CEO’s phone; he said to tell you he would call as soon as he was free.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.”
I sank onto the pavement, seeing how the only chance I had to reach my class, which would start in thirty minutes, was gone. I should have brought my car.
I began to walk towards the gate, but suddenly, I cried out in frustration.
What is the use of waking when I knew it was hopeless?
“Need my help now?”
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