"What are you doing Mica?" Ned froze in surprise to see Mica standing in Ben's room. "What are you doing?" He asked again, glancing towards the open drawer on Ben's table and then to Mica, whose gaze followed his too, at a loss of what to say.
Ned's brows furrowed almost immediately, when he guessed what it was Mica had come to Ben's house to do, "don't tell me you are here to steal the recording?" Ned's brows lifted, his gaze on Mica.
"No…no Ned, it's not what you think it is," Mica stammered, lifting her hand to try and demonstrate, feeling confused and trying to come up with an excuse in her defence, but found none.
"If it's not what I think it is then, what is it, how did you get in here?" Ned asked angrily this time, raising his voice at her, his gaze drifting to Ben's laptop on t
