Michael
We have arrived at the office.
I stay seated, using the same intimidation tactic as my father, staring directly at her and waiting for her to explain why she's turned so bad.
Loren shifts nervously in her seat under my gaze,
Good, I'm doing well.
"Sweetheart…Michael, I went to see you at your house because I want to talk to you," she begins to speak very nervously.
"You've been gone since that day... it's been over two weeks, and I'm very worried about you,"
Her tearful eyes look at me intently, hoping to sway me, to make me fall for it like a fool.
"Why do you think I disappeared?" I ask mockingly.
"Michael, what's wrong with you?" she asks sadly.
"They've told you bad things about me, haven't they?" she cries more intensely.
Now she's playing the offended victim.
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