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~Zoe~ I couldn’t utter a word. Not even a squeak left my mouth. That was how stupefied I was by the questions that were coming to me from him. Was this what it felt like to be speechless? I didn’t know whether to feel insulted that he viewed me in such light, or be repulsed with myself that I painted such a picture of myself to him. Did that mean that others saw me in that way as well? “Zoe”, he said again. “I asked you a goddamn question.” It was neither shocking nor surprising that he was as impatient as I assumed he was. Of course, he was not used to being ignored or left waiting for answers. He was used to having people fall to their knees in front of him in reverence and immediately scurrying off to do his bidding. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful by not replying. It’s just tha