"Cyan’s not joining tomorrow?" Shiloh asked over the phone.
"Yeah. Our manager told us earlier. Cyan messaged him," Kayden replied.
"What happened?" Shiloh asked, his tone growing serious. There was a brief pause on the line.
"I don’t know either," Kayden said. Shiloh sighed and grabbed his duffel bag.
"I’ll be there in half an hour," he said.
"Alright," Kayden replied, and the call ended.
Shiloh took his keys and headed out. He drove straight to Stathmore, his mind still lingering on Cyan. When he arrived, he noticed something unusual—his usual parking spot was already taken.
Shiloh clicked his tongue in annoyance and drove around, searching for another space. As he passed by a group of students, he heard them laughing.
At him.
"f*****g childish," Shiloh muttered under his breat
