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"Sit." Arlen offered at a lounging area while a waiter sat two cups of coffee on the round table.
I didn't want to sit, but I could feel every weight of my body descending to my legs at the anxiety of the whole matter. The thought of collapsing, though, didn't leave me with many options; I settled in the seat, facing him and tried to consolidate all my confidence by gripping the arms of the chair until my fingers could no longer dig into the leather.
For precautions, Evie and Tori are disguising themselves around the area as lifeguards with baseball caps and whistles around their necks. God forbid someone smart to care, but they could be easily recognised, mainly because they look suspicious and weird. I want to laugh. However, for Arlen to c***k the puzzle, the chances are mil
