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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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35. Chapter 31.

"Hey, Kait, you coming?" Zayn asks. Huh? I turn to look at him, confusion etched across my face, making him laugh. "I have a meeting with Isaac, he wanted to know if you were coming."

"Oh, yeah, sure." I finish drinking my orange juice, placing the empty glass on the countertop with a clink. "Let me change."

I race up the stairs, ignoring what Zayn is saying, and into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I pull out a pair of faded ripped skinny jeans and a black free-flow top. I slip into the clothes and grab my black Toms from the bottom of the closet, slipping into them. I walk into the bathroom and brush my hair before grabbing my make-up to create a smoky eye effect. I look at my reflection in the mirror. Fuck yes.


Zayn and I walk through the doors and to the elevator, making our way to the top floor. The elevator opens with a ding, and we walk down the hall to the conference room.

"Kaitlynn Malik, what a pleasant surprise," Isaac says, standing from the swivel chair and making his way towards us. I watch his eyes dart from me to my brother, giving him a warm smile before returning back to me.

"Hi," I shyly say, reaching to shake his outstretched hand.

"Well, I assume Zayn told you why you're here." What? I tear my eyes from Isaac and look at Zayn. He's beaming at me. What the hell did you do, Zayn? "Oh. No? Well then, follow me." I oblige and follow him out of the room and down the hall to an office. Oh? He reaches into a file cabinet and brings out a stack of papers, placing them on the desk between the two of us. Holy shit, that's a big stack of papers. "This is your contract. You have to sign and initial a few things, agreeing to the terms and conditions but after that, Zayn and I can give you a tour and then you can go home. How's that sound?" I nod furiously at him, enthusiastic, making him laugh. "Alright then, let's get started."

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