Jennifer stepped into her room and closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound oddly satisfying.
She leaned against it, smiling.
Her heart fluttered with anticipation, but not the sweet kind of anticipation. This was the powerful kind; the kind that came from knowing you were finally three moves ahead.
She kicked off her shoes with a hum and twirled once, her hair whipping around her shoulders.
Everything was finally falling into place. She’d gotten through to Zayn. And more importantly...he’d agreed to meet her.
Tomorrow. 9. AM. Private lounge.
He didn’t say much, but he hadn’t ended the call either.
That was enough.
He hated Mandy. And Mandy? Mandy was in love.
Jennifer chuckled to herself, striding to her bed and falling backward into the soft covers.
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