“mr moore, who is it? Why is the person yelling like that?” Chantelle inquired after the yell from outside.
Bryson cursed under his breath. He couldn’t understand why Mercida was acting out of character. Inhaling deeply he opened the door. “What the hell, Mercida?”
Mercida beamed brightly at him. Obviously, unremorseful of her action. “I knew this would work.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You come to my house knocking on the door down like some crazy lot and you don't think there is anything wrong with it. Why didn’t you think to put a call through to me?”
She wasn’t comfortable with his response but had to keep calm just so there wouldn’t be any kind of misunderstanding. “Maybe if you had picked up my call, you would know that I was on my way here.”
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