Page 21 of Power of the Mind

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Page 21 of Power of the Mind

“I’m serious. End of the month.”

“It’s the twenty-sixth.”

“Fuck.” I considered and cringed. “It’s cutting it close, but I can do it.”

Memphis laughed out loud. “With Diem Krause?”

“Yes.”

“The Neanderthal who can’t even have a conversation with you and stalks your every move is going to ask you out on a date?”

“Yes.”

“In under five days.”

I waffled again but squeaked out, “Yes.”

“And you want this?”

“I… It’s an experiment.” I wasn’t sure what I wanted from the brooding giant, but whatever it was, maybe I wasn’t ready to share my feelings with Memphis.

“Experiment. Yeah right. Won’t happen.”

“It will.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Bet me.”

“No.”

“Bet me,” I whined.

“Okay. Fine. If it does, I will eat my new three-hundred-dollar leather shoes because, Tallus, sweetheart, love, it ain’t gonna happen. Were you sniffing glue at the office today?”

“I was not. And if you win, I will buy you that shirt you want that apparently has gold in it and brings out the color of your eyes.”

“That shirt is over a hundred bucks.”

“Won’t matter. I’m going to win. Listen, I have to go.” Breathing regulated, I yanked open the door to the third-floor hallway. The air was stale and hot. The shit-brown carpet wafted mildew.

“It won’t happen.”

“Oh, it will, babe. Best buy some HP sauce for all that leather you’ll be chomping.”

“Girl, I worry about you.”

“Everything is under control. Talk to you later.”

I disconnected the call, adjusted Diem’s crooked and broken sign—it was back on the wall—fixed my glasses, scanned my clothes, straightened my tie, feathered fingers through my hair, and exhaled a challenging breath as I knocked. I had a bet to win. A new plan of attack. A side quest in addition to my main quest. I liked a challenge, and Diem Krause was the definition of challenging.

Proving it, he yanked the door open, eyebrows pushed together in the middle, and wearing a scowl to end all scowls as he barked, “There is nothing to investigate. This is a waste of time.”

“Ugh, are we doing this again?” I pushed past the looming giant and invited myself in.

He forcefully slammed the door, and a second later, a crash sounded from the hallway.

“Your sign fell. Again.”




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