Wrong timing.

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................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................"Dad, what's wrong?" I spoke on the phone as I watched Damon's worry etched face.

"You need to get to London immediately, Ava. I will talk to Richard so don't worry about your schedule."

Talk about wrong timings. My life was filled with it. Sigh!

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