Scarlett POV
By the time I got back to Great Vision, I was already pissed about wasting half a day off for nothing. No divorce. No freedom. Just more Jaxen bullshit. I dropped into my chair, reaching for my phone out of habit—only to remember it was still in his damn pocket.
I borrowed a colleague’s phone and dialed him. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. Just as I was about to hang up, that deep, arrogant voice came through the line.
“Scarlett?”
I didn’t bother with pleasantries.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Give me my phone back. Now.”
A beat of silence. Then, “That’s how you ask when you want something? Real friendly attitude for someone who’s trying to divorce me.”
“I’m not asking for a favor. I’m telling you to return what you stole. I don’t owe you politeness.”
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