Chapter Twenty-One
"Angel, what's been up with you? We were expecting you to get here a lot earlier," Gabbie shared a look with Whitney, both women shaking their heads at each other, "we know how Axel is and he's never went to his office so late before, what on earth did you do to him?" I felt my cheeks flush as I looked down at my lap in embarrassment over last night's actions, catching a glimpse of Whitney pulling up a chair next to me while Gabbie went straight for the refrigerator. "Yeah, he was acting weirdly nice. Normally, he's highly intimidating to be around in the mornings, if we'll even consider it morning anymore," she added, turning her head to look at the digital clock on the wall that read two twenty-one. "Tell us the tea!" Gabbie sang, snatching an opened container with silverware sticking
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