#minusxne

Arrie held her personal phone in her hand, shaking a bit. This was it. This was the decision that could change everything. She wondered how long it would take Roman to realize she wasn't going to come back from her usual snack run to the fridge. The very thought of him finding what potentially could be her last gift to him on the kitchen counter was nothing short of heartbreaking.

No, she couldn't change her mind now. Micro was already awake and on standby, ready to go. It was now or never. Sighing to herself loudly, she sent some texts to the anonymous number.

[ texte à : inconnu ] you know, i was always much more of a night owl than an early bird. i thought someone like you would've known that, but maybe we got off on the wrong foot.

[ texte à : inconnu ] the whispering gallery. right now, as soon as possible. there's still work to do, is there not?

[ texte à : inconnu ] will i be seeing you?

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