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Hunter's P.O.V. "Dude, it's almost nine pm, where's your secretary? She isn't picking my calls" Dylan whined as he walked into my room only wearing a very loose fitting singlet and a pair of joggers. " Do I look like someone who cares" I was sitting on the couch by the window and overviewing the area. We could really use some lawn mowing. " Then call her. She might not answer me but her boss might be an exception" I laughed tremendously at his thoughts or suggestion or whatever he just vomited from his mouth. I may have an idea on where Iris is or should I say who she's with and if I'm right then she will never answer my call. " I have better things to do with my phone" I replied after my laughter had subsided as Dylan rested beside me. " Yeah right" he rolled his eyes and leaned f

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