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“What are you doing here?” She demanded, her eyes blaze with a rage while she flexed her fingers as if she was counting. Maybe she was. I had noticed her do it before, now that I think of it. Standing tall and growling at me now, still dressed in her suit from the meeting earlier, which I didn't dare to take off of her, she looked… positively dangerous. Scary. Confident. As though she knows exactly what it is that she wants and is not afraid to take it. And maybe she does. “Oh, hey,” I said, wincing at how shaky my voice sounded. “You're awake,” I added, too pathetic for my liking. She didn't answer, however. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me from head to toe. “Has it become a thing for you to cook in my kitchen? This is the second time I have found you in here w
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