#Chapter92

A Successful Exit

Hunter's p.o.v.

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“Yes you nitwit, I'll inform her" I groaned into the receiver.

“You better, I'm bored already. I miss her so much" Dylan moaned and I scoffed at his cry baby instincts.

He left for Saint Alamos very early this morning and it's just four pm in the evening. He's not even been gone a day.

“Tell her yourself then, you idiot” my feet were sprawled out on my desk as I reclined in my chair.

There was a slow influx of work today so it wasn't as tedious as usual and I'm grateful for it. Work hours are almost done with.

The dinner...