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**Third person** “Hey, how are you doing?” Val asked casually. Amelia turned to glare at her. “When did we start exchanging pleasantries?” Then her focus returned to the soup she was scooping onto her plate. “We don't,” Val agreed. “But I just thought you'd like to know that I was attacked on Friday.” Amelia's eyes widened with fear. Did Val already know? But Amelia was backing Valerie, and so Val didn't see the look on Amelia's face. “If Val knew, she'd have already told Lucas, and they'd have come for her,” she thought to herself. Amelia immediately regained her composure, the frown on her face deepening. “And why would I want to know that?” “I just thought that since my life was threatened and we work for the same company, you might want to know,” Val explained, her tone laced