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"Would you then tell me what else you detect after your Sherlock business?"
My head hurts.
"I—" She pauses.
Her quiet is suspense that's driving me insane.
"You aren't dumb. I said, tell me what you did." I emphasize, nervously.
I've typed a lot on my laptop. What part did she read? Not to mention, I hate not knowing my stance and having no power.
She has no right to go through my things. I never go through their things even though I should be the worried one who's taking in new people in my space.
"You're not the one asking questions. I am demanding your explanation," she replies equally fiercely, her lips pursed as she glares up at me.
A smile wins me over at her authoritative demeanor. Don't get me wrong, I am mad at her for poking her nose into my personal life, but
