Chapter 68

• My fingers have almost gone numb as I tap on the screen repeatedly. But no amount of effort can do me the magic of reaching Mr. Greg. Wherever he may be at this time of the day, whether he’s heating his ass on a bed or casting his foul fart into the humid morning breeze, I just can’t get him to appear before my face. I’m already too pissed off to let this marriage issue with Mr. D go unsettled for a day.
• As if Mr. Luck has suddenly decided to be on my side, I remember it’s Thursday today, the day I have agreed to meet Maezy again. And the day James can freely communicate with me through that fake guard. Picking up my phone, I swipe the screen impatiently and press Maezy’s name.
• “Hey, Miss Maezy? Can we meet up earlier?”