The notification panel was blinking with at least ten unread texts, along with other notifications of likes and comments from my recent i********: posts and some other official emails that were due to be answered.
The remaining chats didn’t bother me as much as the unchecked inboxes—especially an “unsaved” in particular. The texts were from the same unknown number which was important for its very existence and for the fact that it belonged to him—Iblis f*****g Bin al-bastard-Said. A lewd, a douchebag, and a psychopath. If he wasn’t, or I had taken him to be.
“Can you confirm me the time and place? Abner wants to know my schedule. I don’t want to cancel any arrangements at last moment. Especially, not the one with you.” The first one read. It was received at 11:45 Pm.
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