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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.”

stared at Troy. “Why suddenly go for a ride?”

“Just a whim.”

want to

out, we’ll have some fun before heading

inside, pressing the button for

it the

“You’ll see when

elevator stopped on the first floor, and Troy walked ahead, leading

was curious about what

him heading towards a motorcycle.

a sleek, expensive–looking motorcycle.

meant by going for a

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

head. “It belongs to one

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spin.”

“Can you even ride this?”

“Of

motorcycle out and mounted it with a single kick. He turned to look at Imogen. “Hop on.”

seemed entirely different from the nurturing father figure he had

a seat behind

“Ready to go?”

Imogen nodded. “Yes.”

apartment, the engine revved to life with a roar,

didn’t voice her concerns, but the abrupt increase in

as the streets

moved effortlessly through the city, accompanied only by the powerful hum of the engine. It

Troy’s voice