Isaiah's POV
It's Monday morning, and I'm in my office going over the documents for a returning client. Unfortunately, I can't be at the site because the project at hand requires my ultimate attention, but I ensured the gallery's project is in good hands.
It's a good thing Roxanne is not at the site too—she had said something about having an appointment today, but didn't say what kind. I was curious, but didn't want to appear nosy. She'd tell me if she thought it was important I knew.
But I am curious as my thoughts occasionally trail towards her despite how I try not to think of her and focus on the paperwork. It's a good thing I'm almost done despite the distracting thoughts.
My phone rings at that moment and I glance at the caller, my brows knitting in surprise before I answer.
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