(Sebastian’s POV)
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It took me all the courage I had on that day to call Akira, flushing my pride down the toilet for most part of it. I needed her and I was about to beg her to help me win the case.
Hearing her answer my call, I held my breath, “Akira, we need to talk”
“Jacob called” she sighed and there was a pause from her side, “I’ll see you tomorrow”
I smiled and wanted to continue our conversation, “Akira—”
She then ended the call.
“F*ck!” I shouted and squeezed my phone, wanting so much to smash it against the wall. But that would be the third time of the week if I did that.
“Everything alright?” I heard my hypnotherapist talked to me while writing down some notes in her laptop, “Do you need more time before we start?”
I sighed and shook my head. Keeping my phone in my pant
