𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 - 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

.𝟐𝟎 ❦

"ALL SHE NEEDS IS A BOSS ON MY LEVEL WHO PROVIDES HER EVERY NEED"

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Jennifer's POV:

I woke up, no one by my side, just a note.

"I have to sort something out, kisses."

I frowned. What exactly was he talking about? There were so many possible answers to this question that I decided not to dwell on it.

I got up and headed for my bathroom to wash myself and brush my teeth before heading for my vanity. I took out my makeup and lit my cigarette.

Heaps of photos were displayed on my mirror. I looked at all of them. Chloe and me at the amusement park, John, Oliver and me with my first car, my dad and me on the first day I started working here and....

A photo of James and me posing in front of his car.

I crushed my cigarette on his printed face before starting my makeup.

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I got down the stairs and headed for the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "OH GREAT HEAVENS." I screamed, startled by the touch of the hand of the individual who was none other than Chloe, half-awake.

"Don't yell like that at this hour." she said, yawning and slumping into one of the chairs.

I looked at the time on the clock, "Chloe, it's 2 in the afternoon." I said with a small smile. "Whatever." she replied, pretending to fall back asleep on the table.

I prepared some toast and put it in the toaster. "Where's Georg?" I asked, taking some plates from the cupboard. "I don't know, he left me this note." she replied, handing me a piece of paper.

"I have to sort something out, kisses."

The same word as Tom's. It was indeed strange. Seeing my confused expression, Chloe stood up to move closer to me, "What's going on?"

"My exact question." I mumbled, pulling my phone out of my ass. Chloe watched me, frowning.

I dialed Tom's number. ring ring, voice mail.

I tried again and again with no much more.

"Do you want me to try and reach Georg?" Chloe asked seeing my worried expression. I nodded in response and took out the toast while texting Bill.

"tell ur brother to get his head out of his fucking ass and call me back IMMEDIATELY."

You're going to tell me I'm overreacting, and maybe I am. But with a guy who's got a gun for his "safety", I'd rather not take any chances.

I turned to Chloe, "Well?" I asked. "He doesn't answer." she said with a slightly annoyed tone.

I placed the plate of toast in front of her as she aggressively tapped on her phone, no doubt sending a message to her boyfriend.