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~Ayden~
The longer I sat on the barstool, the more anxious I became at the thought of what today might entail. It wasn’t a guarantee. Andi made sure to stress that point last night. Still, she said there was a chance Mia would speak with me at some point. She promised Andi she would handle things today after she had time to catch up on her job duties.
Even knowing what I did, it didn’t keep me from waking up at seven a.m. or from going into the arena as soon as I showered and dressed. Mia had been busy most of the morning. I’d only seen her for five minutes before she left the arena. Bentley said he spotted her getting into a car her personal chauffeur was driving.
I had no idea where she was going. Neither did Andi. When she texted Mia to ask where she was, the only thing Mia sent
