Donovan watched Boma's body press further against her side of the car as she wished she could just disappear, her expression, rueful, scared. She kept her eyes on her lap.
"I said come here, don't make me repeat myself."
She managed to look at him, nervously observing his quiet but stormy demeanor.
"Please, I studied," she said pleadingly. "I read my book and... "
"Shut your mouth." he interrupted, silencing her. Then he patted the spot beside him. "Over here, now."
"P.O, I'm sorry to interfere but can we move away from here first?" Phillip asked cautiously.
"Phillip, please, I beg you in the name of God. You don't want to piss me off this morning."
"Sorry," Phillip raised his hands in surrender. He had just wanted to help the girl out by postponing or delaying her coming ordeal.
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