Chapter 18. Their Game

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This is part of my plan. Just trust me.

Sadie firmly closed her eyes as she massaged her aching head. She really couldn't get Jaden. Every day, ever since that dinner, he had been extra...weird. Closer even if she may add; sending dozens of texts at possibly every minute of the hour. Most of them were simply irrelevant and unimportant messages.

From: Jaden the Jerk
9:55 AM

Hey, Sadie.

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To: Jaden the Jerk
10:30 AM

?

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From: Jaden the Jerk
10:32 AM

Guess what?  (ㆁωㆁ)

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To: Jaden the Jerk
10:50 AM

??

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From: Jaden the Jerk
10:32 AM

Ask me what.

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To: Jaden the Jerk
10:50 AM

What is it, Jaden? I'm in the middle of the meeting so just tell it to me immediately and fuck off.

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From: Jaden the Jerk
10:53 AM

Why so cold? I thought we're best of friends?

Sadie blew a deep breath.

Motherfucker.

Just what is on his mind right now? The investors that are currently with her in the room seem to have stopped on their meeting and looked at her as the person presenting in front was waiting for her answer about a certain plan in their project.

Sadie simply flipped her hand. "Carry on. I will simply ask after the presentation."

And with that, the presenter nodded his head before continuing his discussions.

Sadie, who was seated at the back grabbed her phone once more before opening his message. Seriously, Jaden's giving her a serious headache. She rolled her eyes before typing.

To: Jaden the Jerk
10:56 AM 

Jaden, stop being gay and just tell me.

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From: Jaden the Jerk
11:00 AM

I just farted. 

Sadie stopped moving as her eyes turned into slits.

MOTHERFUCK–

"Ms. Paulman?" Her secretary spoke on the small speaker beside her desk.

Sadie deeply gasped as she immediately woke up. Fuck. What time is it? She checked her clock; it's already 3:00 PM. Damn, she fell asleep? Sadie composed herself first before answering.

"What is it, Bonnie?"

"Umm...someone is asking for your presence."

"I'm busy."

Tch. Yeah right, Sadie. Busy sleeping.

"Yes, Ms. but–"

"Did that person made an appointment?"

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