The phone buzzed stubbornly again. Jaylan, still damp from the shower, promptly came out to answer it. Moments later, a grunt of annoyance echoed from within, "...I'm swamped with work... stop nagging!"
Then, silence fell, save for the sound of running water in the background.
When he emerged, he hastily dried himself off and flopped onto the bed. I asked with concern, "Are you tired?"
"I'm not feeling too well," he replied hoarsely, pulling the covers over himself without another word.
I reached out to touch his forehead, alarmed. "You're running a fever!"
"Hmm," was his lazy and tired response.
"I'll fetch some aspirin!" I chattered, but didn't move.
"Quiet..." he mumbled.
I snorted silently to myself. Fine, I'll be quiet then.
Not long after, he curled up into a ball, his breathing steady. He seemed to have fallen asleep. I tried to wake him but got no response.
I quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed his phone, and retreated to the bathroom. His phone was switched off. I quickly turned it on and entered his home screen.
Just as I suspected, the recent call was from a Secretary Collin. That must be Marissa Collin. She'd been calling him incessantly, from morning till night, all calls missed. It seemed that she hadn't been able to reach Jaylan since last night, and her anger hadn't subsided.
I opened his Messenger, but didn't find any chat with Marissa. This puzzled me. Didn't they use Messenger?
Suddenly, it struck me. Jaylan had another phone. Could AzureEnchantress be Marissa? Could the woman he had to see once a week be Marissa?
What a coincidence.
I scrolled through his Messenger contacts, and a vulgar profile picture caught my eye. It looked a lot like a woman's private area
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