The second I heard his voice, I froze.
That smooth, effortless baritone.... calm, confident, and dangerous all at once.
My breath caught. My thumb hovered, my heart thudding hard against my ribs.
And before he could say another word,
I hung up.
Just like that.
My chest tightened as the call ended. I stared at the screen, watching his name fade into silence, and a strange mix of shame and relief flooded through me.
What the hell was I doing?
Working for Don Smith?
Someone like me, working for him?
It didn’t even sound right.
I couldn’t bring myself to imagine it, not even for survival. Not for money. Not for anything.
With a deep, shaky sigh, I dropped my phone onto the bed and pressed my palms to my face.
“God,” I muttered under my breath, “what’s happening to my life?”
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