Leyla’s POV
I step aside, giving him back his mobile phone and opening up my laptop. He then moves his body, wanting to get close to me and I halt him in his movement.
Thinking of a way to hurt him. Somehow make him feel betrayed as much as I am, the mood in the room already irritating me.
“I am afraid you can't. As much as you love things hidden, I love mine hidden, too. Out of the eyes of programmers like you, there is so much original code am working with, it's confidential.” My voice comes out in a hashed tone than intended.
They aren’t anything of any importance on my screen now. I just need to make a valid reason to irritate him or make him leave, and that was the closest I could come up with.
“I am not as good with it as you. If I was, I would have done it myself already.”
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