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Cynthia Dion: I walked back to my room and slammed the door shut. I couldn't see any reason to stay with them any longer. Rosalie was clearly being difficult. I paced around the room, feeling my anger rise. Then, my eyes landed on Mr. Holt's closet, and I knew exactly what I had to do. "There's no way he could be sneaky enough to hide anything that could incriminate him," I muttered to myself, convincing myself that I needed to search through his things. After all, this room had been his long before I arrived. It was rumored that he often stayed in this room while Maleeka spent days sleeping alone in her own. I determinedly walked up to the wardrobe and started searching through his things. I moved aside his ties and suits, hoping to uncover some evidence that would expose his true, aw