Rafael Moretti
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[Serena: on second thought, Mr. Moretti, I don’t think I’ll be free today]
I stared at her text for a few minutes, wondering what the hell she meant by that. The change in tone was obvious, definite, almost like something had made her change her mind that had nothing to do with her schedule.
[Me: What do you mean?]
I stared at the message box for a while. The text got delivered but she didn’t read it.
[Me: Serena? Did something come up?]
When she still didn’t respond, I called her instead. It rang out the first time, the second time, the third f*****g time. What the hell? Who the f**k changed their mind like a switch just like that?
Or did she decide that we just weren’t worth the trouble?
But even then, she at least owed us a conversation, didn’t she?
I decide
