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“You conniving b***h!” Gatov seethed under his breath as his eyes shot their venom into mine. It was just a day later. I was standing haughtily in front of his desk, answering for my crime. Only when his lethal glare didn’t stop was I tempted to be afraid. Though I remained unfazed by his anger. “This will get you fired.”
“What does that matter to me?” I said, taking the moment to revel in my proud triumph. “Do I detect some hurt?” Sarcasm too.
“You detect only a reprisal you’re not going to want to face, Duchet.”
“Go ahead, string me up and beat me. I’ve been through that before and I’m not afraid.”
I know that I surprised him.
There was a knock on the door, Gatov answering gruffly, an underling of the administrator peering in at us from outside. “There have been at least two h
