Jaxon

For the third day in a row, Kairo was a damn ghost.

No messages. No returned calls. His office remained empty, the assistant offering me the same tight-lipped excuse: “He travelled.” But where the hell did he go without fulfilling his promise?

I stared at the list of numbers on my phone, Deric’s name highlighted at the top. Thirteen missed calls from him. I didn’t bother opening any of them.

Whatever Deric wanted could wait.

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