Cynthia Dion:
"Cynthia, you believe me, right?" he asked, but there was something in his tone that left me puzzled.
"You received a call when you were in the bathroom. Who was it?" I ended up asking because I had heard him speaking to someone briefly on the call.
"That--" he sneakily scratched his neck and searched for an excuse, "it was my friend who is decoding the password for the folder," he replied, causing my heart to start racing.
"What did he say?" I asked, gazing into his eyes.
"Nothing specific. He just wanted to meet up," he whispered as he talked about it.
"Well, I'll keep you posted on what I find out. As for Mr. Holt--" he couldn't finish his sentence because I had something to say to him.
"I don't want to be with him, and you should have told me to leave him," I said
