out of character this time. What was to stop him continuing the trend?

I put it out of my mind. Right now I needed to focus on my task, helping Damien. I frowned. Which would be a lot easier if I had some way of getting in contact with him. Paul had sent him to the Lounge, but what if Damien had been waylaid before he got there? I had no way of contacting him.

Just then my phone beeped, and I pulled it out of my pocket, checking it at the next red light. I grinned. Trust Paul to think of most everything.

There was a text in the middle of my display:

Damien’s number is 202-555-1891

I fumbled to plug in my headset, and I called the number. It rang a couple of times before I heard Damien’s voice. “Yeah. Who is it?”

“Damien, it’s D...

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