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The minimalist courtyard had a small reading bench, a few slim trees pushing up from the stone slabs which lined the ground, and was anchored by a large, black door which seemed to push out from the tinted-window wall to her left. What if Maggie is in trouble? The sound of muffled pounding danced around Cherie’s confused face like rain dribbling from eavestrough. Roughly pushing her lips to his ear Maggie whispered something – her eyes unmoved from the glass – as her long legs wrapped themselves around the man’s waist. “Fucking asshole,” she whispered with seething vitriol as the phone was forcefully lobbed onto the caramel-coloured leather seat. For a moment she stood still, her body awash in nerves.
