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Chapter 344.1 You Asked For It I

Imogen organized the photo evidence back home and emailed it to the photography competition organizers.

She had the competition entry email, the original EXIF data, and the RAW format files to prove that she was the photographer of the first–place work.

Thus, this matter should not be too difficult to resolve.

Imogen shut down her computer, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then lay in bed, getting ready to rest. Suddenly, Troy sent a Facebook message: [Come out.]

Troy: [I’m outside your door.]

Imogen’s drowsiness instantly disappeared, and she replied to Troy: [What are you doing at this late hour?]

Troy: [Going for a ride. When you come out, make sure to dress warmly.)

Imogen: [Are you insane?]

She wondered why he wanted to go for a ride so late at night.

Troy: [You have ten minutes. If you’re not afraid of waking Charlie, come out quickly.] “What?”

Imogen: [You asked for it!]

She crawled out from under her blanket, quickly put on some warm clothes, and silently exited her apartment.

Troy was waiting by the exit window, smoking. When he heard the door open, he immediately extinguished his cigarette and walked towards Imogen. He noticed she was well–dressed for the cold and pressed the elevator button to go down. “Let’s go.”

“Why suddenly go for a ride?”

“Just a whim.”

want

we’ll have some fun before heading

pulled Imogen inside, pressing the button for

it

see when we

first floor, and Troy walked ahead, leading the way toward the nearby parking lot.

curious about what he was up to.

saw him heading towards a motorcycle.

was a sleek, expensive–looking motorcycle.

was what he meant by going

the handlebars and motioned for Imogen to come closer “oin me.” Imogen reached him and examined

head. “It belongs to one of my friends, and I borrow

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spin.”

you even

“Of

up another helmet and put it on. He wheeled the motorcycle out and mounted it

this. He seemed entirely different from the nurturing father figure he had been at dinner.

a seat behind Troy, clutching his

“Ready to

Imogen nodded. “Yes.”

soon as they left the apartment, the engine revved to life with a roar, and he accelerated, propelling it forward like a bullet.

off guard. She didn’t voice her concerns, but the abrupt increase in

around them as the streets grew increasingly

accompanied only by the powerful hum of the engine. It felt as if they were the sole occupants of

Troy’s voice carried back