“Surely you can't expect me to know where those came from,” I objected.
“I don't think I expect you to, of course. Because if you knew, you wouldn't allow it to get here in the first place, at least not while I'm here,” his voice was harsh and a deep furrow on his forehead as he pointed the Polaroids at my face.
I folded my arms across my chest, staring at him to make him think otherwise, “Do you really think that was recent? That was long ago and it was a mere accident. I was drunk as f**k and it was after a meeting,” I lied, my voice a bit too composed that it scared me how I could be so comfortable with such a lie.
“So you and Mr Hallard truly had some history and you lied?” He questioned, the confused furrow on his brow remained.
“You were already suspicious of the poor man from th
