41. Back off
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I am sitting in my office immersed in my work. My phone pings and I cannot help but check if it’s Sophie. It’s not. Sophie is pissed at me, and she is pissed big time.
I tried to get in touch with her a few times since Saturday morning, and she hasn’t replied yet.
Me: ‘I had to leave for an emergency. I sent a girl to your room. I hope you met her and didn’t leave in the middle of the night.’
That was on Saturday morning.
I had called her on Saturday evening, and she didn’t pick up my call. On Sunday afternoon, I sent one more text.
Me: ‘Are you still pissed at me? I am sorry Sophie. I am not lying.’
When I read the message again, I grimace. It’s rare for me to apologize. I wish she had appreciated this rare occasion. It was stupid of me to get
