A million thoughts raced through Ivanka's mind as she stared at the phone ringing. Why was he calling? Would it have to do with the divorce? It should, right?
Hesitantly, she picked the call.
For the five seconds, all she got was silence. She had to check the screen to be sure the call was still on.
"Hello?" she called softly, like she was not sure.
"Hey." His voice came.
Silence again.
"How have you been?" He asked.
Ivanka blinked rapidly as she tucked her wet strands behind her ear.
"I've been fine. How're you?"
Baxter chuckled. She realized her question was ridiculous.
"Sorry, I..."
"I need to have a word with you, Ivanka," Baxter interrupted, putting her on the edge.
She sauntered to the window and crossed a hand on her chest.
"Um....okay, sure. What is it?" She gulped.
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