Chapter twenty-four
Vivienne Hart POV
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“Hellllooooo.” .
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“You are back at speaking, I see.” .
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“I…" all the anguish and energy I had earlier seems fading hearing his voice.
Now, I'm panting without even uttering a sentence.
I try to say something. I wanted to talk to him, I demanded to talk to him, but now as I stand here, I sense that there's nothing really left because nothing ever started.
“Come to the office.”
An order.
“I…" I try again, but the line goes dead and I hear the click sound.
What was I thinking when I had demanded to Monica that I needed to speak to the devil himself?
Maybe I was out of my mind.
I walk to the closet and find a section for coats laying down. So, I pick one and put it on, considering the nightdress is no better than walking out in
