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Emily Monroe
I swallowed, my heart beating rapidly as I took a seat.
“I’m Bratt but I’m sure you’re familiar with that already
Miss Emily,” Bratt said with a sinister smile on his face.
Just being in his presence gave me cold shivers and not the good kind.
“Shall we begin? Now listen and listen well because I hate repeating myself. I do the questioning and you do the talking. Are we clear?” He asked, his eyes boring into me.
I nodded my head and Bratt slammed his hands on the table, making me jump in fright.
“Use your words,” he growled angrily.
I’ve always wondered if he hated me and right now, the way he looked at me told me all I needed to know. Whatever it was, I had a feeling there was more.
“Yea. I’ll answer all you’re questions Agent Bratt,” I replied formally, keepin
