"Who's calling?"
Seeing that Naomi didn't answer right away, Patricia leaned over to look.
"That number... is it Zebulon?"
Patricia used to have Zebulon's contact information. He was the type to show off, so his phone number ended in 5555, making it ridiculously easy to remember.
Patricia had often cursed him for being such a show-off about it.
Now, seeing the number, she looked disgusted. "What's he calling you for?"
Naomi shook her head and simply ignored the call.
She silenced her phone, put it in her bag, and said, "Let's go."
Patricia gave Naomi a thumbs-up. "Exactly. Who do they think they are, expecting us to be at their beck and call?"
"Zebulon is so disgusting. He was just in bed with someone else, and now he's calling you? Is he trying to rebound immediately?"
Patricia's resentment for Zebulon ran deep. When Naomi had been into him, she'd kept her opinions to herself. Now that they were finally going their separate ways, she couldn't hold back.
Naomi listened quietly, completely unaware that after a few unanswered calls from Zebulon, her phone had started ringing with calls from Lennon.
When Naomi still didn't pick up, Lennon stopped calling and instead asked the others at the studio.
"Is Naomi not coming in today either?"
The Spencers had been busy lately, and Lennon wanted to avoid them, so he'd taken refuge at the studio.
He had hoped to see Naomi, but she hadn't shown up.
And she wasn't answering her phone.
Lennon's brow furrowed tightly, a flicker of worry in his eyes.
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