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~Zoe~ Why was he asking me that? Was this a command from Niklaus that they were carrying out because of earlier? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I thought of how to deflect the questions that he was firing at me. “Uh, why are you asking me that?” I asked. “As I told you earlier, it’s just mere procedure when we get correspondence like this” Was this some kind of interview where they were trying to get me to admit a crime so they could punish me? The room already looked like one of those rooms that boasted of a recording device even though I didn’t know why that was necessary. Once Niklaus said you were guilty, then you were. There was no one who could dare to question a statement that he made. “Then, yes, I do know a Jax.” I was trying my best to not allow my mind to wander,