DAMIEN
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My phone rang as I dragged myself out of the bathroom, I raise my eyebrow trying to know who it was, but I answered the call, the mask of control sliding into place, and I got a call from the security, giving the information that someone was here to see me, I hadn’t gotten any visitors in a long while and I don’t think I have anyone that would want to visit me.
I asked few questions as I got to find out that it’s a lady and the only person that could have that access was Isabella and I know just what to do when she gets here.
Just as I dropped the call the memory of our video call from Paris flashing in my mind, her face on the screen, her laughter, her passion as she spoke about her work, the connection that had portrayed, the thought of her, of that call, was a sharp, s
