Jayme Lockwood
"Jayme Lockwood, is that you?" An all too familiar voice Jayme thought he'd never hear again asked him from startlingly close by. He jumped in his seat and looked up to lock eyes with the beautiful, cruel first love of his life.
"I think you know it is," Jayme replied evenly, though he was feeling a chaotic mix of anger, pain, and confusion deep within him, "Where's Hailey?" He asked, eager to get the topic off of him. What was Hannah doing here? How did she even know where he was? And more importantly, why was she here alone acting like she owned the place?
Jayme had so many questions and so many things he wanted to spew out at her, cruel things and pained things alike. She'd disappeared from his life four years ago after cheating on him and he'd been forbidden contact with her and her daughter ever since. Now suddenly she just appears in a conference room in his company fifteen minutes before Rowan is coming to this very room to meet with him? This couldn't be more strange, or in worse timing.
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