It was a good half an hour before Dirk joined her in her room with a computer tower under his arm and few cables dangled from his arm as he clutched a screen and keyboard in his other hand. When he put it down at the desk in the corner of the room, he turned to her. She was lying on her bed; eyes wide open still seething with indignation.
“Sorry, sweetheart," he started to say, but she stopped with a hiss,
“Don't sweetheart me. You and your leader can both go to hell for all I care."
“Tanya, I understand that you are upset. Please don't be mad at me."
“You know what, I am sick of his arrogant self-righteous attitude. Who the hell is he to judge me? Who makes him superior to all of us suddenly? His own marriage is falling apart but he wants to come and ridicule me for my life. So far I
