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    So, she took a step back.


    “Do you remember asking me how I found out about your involvement in me getting rejected at every job interview?” she asked instead.


    Eric raised an eyebrow. “Who told you? One of the club managers?”


    “No,” Hadley replied, her lips tightening.


    “It was Linda,” she said. “She was the one who told me.”


    Eric paused, stunned. Linda knew? But how?


    “Let’s go,” Hadley said finally. She had said her piece. Now, it was up to Eric to respond.


    She was no longer the rash, fiery young woman she once was. Life had taught her a valuable lesson: even when justified, making a scene often cast her in a negative light.


    After the audition, Eric drove Hadley to her apartment.


    Alone in his car afterward, he mulled over their conversation from earlier.


    He reviewed his call log on his phone, finding nothing out of the ordinary.


    Switching to a different app, he essed his archived and deleted call history.


    His face grew stern as he browsed through the new records.


    With a clenched jaw, Eric found Linda’s number and hit the call button.


    Linda picked up on the other end. “Eric?”


    Her voice was light and yful. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this call during your busy schedule, Mr. Flynn? How can I assist you today?”


    “Linda.”


    Eric hesitated, his mind briefly wandering to his brother, who was still in aa at the hospital. He furrowed his brow, difort creeping in, then continued, “Going forward, please refrain from using my phone without permission.”


    “What?” Linda’s tone shifted abruptly, her earlier smile freezing. “What are you implying? I’m not sure I follow.”


    “Linda.”


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    Eric carefully chose his next words. “I have an app that retrieves deleted call logs.”


    Linda paused, taken aback by the revtion. The truth dawned on her. Eric was aware that she had intercepted a call from the nightclub manager and then erased the trace. There was no denying it anymore.


    With resignation, Linda replied, “Alright, yes, I took a call for you. Is this really worth a confrontation?”


    Eric sidestepped her question. “I’m simply asking for my privacy to be respected. Let’s ensure this doesn’t happen again.” After saying his piece, Eric hung up.


    It was unusual—Eric hadn’t confronted Linda like this in years.


    He shut his eyes and reclined in his seat. Warmth spread from his back into the chair, merging with a slight pain as a whirlwind of memories assaulted him. Beads of cold sweat soon formed on his forehead and temples.


    On the other end, Linda was fuming. Sheughed bitterly after a prolonged silence, her grip tight on the phone.


    “Unbelievable…”


    How had Eric uncovered that? He had even retrieved the deleted call logs?


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