"Uhm, why is Hendrix so mean, all of a sudden. Where did he get this attitude from?" Freya didn't know the story behind his change in attitude so she probably thought we were just having a disagreement.
After seeing my non-reaction to her complaints, she walked forward and lightly bumped against me, intentionally throwing a flirtatious wink. "Pull yourself together. Men are everywhere! We are women of a new age, how could we go down just for a man. I'll go with you to get urgent things done first, alright?"
I couldn't help but lower my head in a bitter smile, finding joy in sorrow as I laughed in reply at her joke. "You sweet-talker. If you were a man, who knows how many girls would be corrupted by you."
"Well, I'm all for it." Freya immediately stepped forward and linked arms with me. As we walked away, she said, "Now, let me corrupt you first!"
Mullen drove fast and steadily as he avoided the evening rush, the originally half an hour drive only took 20 minutes.
As I rang the doorbell, I felt uneasy during the wait, for no one had yet to answer.
Don't tell me that those people couldn't even let the woman and kids go?
Unwillingly, I rang the doorbell again-ding dong, ding dong - and the sounds of the doorbell had echoed in the corridor. Suddenly, the lights switched on, and a woman's voice called out calmly, "Who is it?"
Finally, the huge burden was lifted off my chest and I sighed, releasing a breath of relief. I immediately scooted closer and said, "Is this Samantha Spencer? I am Arianna Reid, Evan's supervisor. Do you mind opening the door?"
I finished speaking and the door opened, revealing a delicate-looking woman.
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