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Aubrey's pov

"Hi Richie, is Tyler in?"

My voice sounded a little bit cracked as I stood Infront of Tyler's mansion- honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing here, ever since Tyler told me to leave, I couldn't think straight, I was thinking of ways to make things right between Tyler and I.

The truth is, I miss him and I was not ready to let whatever we had, go. If anything, I wanted us back together, I wanted Tyler in my life and I wasn't going to let that stupid parcel, tear us apart.

So fine,  maybe I hated him for what he did to me,  maybe he left me in prison for a short time, but he wanted to release me right? He was never going to leave me there in the first place, I was too forward, I shouldn't have stolen the parcel, if I hadn't, things would still be okay between us... Melissa and her husband would be happily married.

I just can't help but blame myself for their deaths, for all of the deaths, I caused it, and I was going to look for a way to make things right.

"Yeah,  he's in... Come in." Richie replied, I walked into the familiar surroundings.

"Um, why aren't there any guards?" I asked Richie.

"Oh, the boss told them to leave."

I scrunched my brows. "Why?" I asked.

Richie only shrugged.

I took in a deep breath and walked to Tyler's office, standing in front of the large door, I did several breathing sessions, scared to knock, scared of what awaits me behind that door.

I took in the liberty to let myself in, Tyler didn't look up from whatever he was doing on his laptop, I closed the door behind me and walked forward. His head was bent low on his laptop, his brows furrowed in concentration.

He didn't even look up once, the silence in the office was deafening.

"What do you want?" He finally spoke up, his voice held no emotion that could be read.

"I think we need to talk." I found myself saying.

"I think we don't." He raised his head up to look at me, his stare held no emotion, his features were intimidating and I swear, I was scared. Maybe I shouldn't have come. But I can't back out now, I must finish what I started.

"Tyler, I know you don't want to see me-"

"Damn straight." He said as he stood up, moved to his shelf and picked up something that looked like a journal.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." I said.

His concentration was on the journal, his hair fell to his face, making him look really young and sexy. Now's not the time for admiration Aubrey... Focus.

"Tyler, are you listening to me?" I had to ask.

"No." He said, still not looking up, something told me he was avoiding eye to eye contact.

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