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WHO’S THAT GIRL?
After they were gone, I swung the door shut and faced him.
I came at him as he turned, swung a fist across his face, and knocked him right over the jaw. He didn’t flinch. I went for it again. He caught this blow and stared at me boldly.
He was surprised, but not as much as I thought he would be. He looked more disappointed at my reaction. I pulled my arm away from his grip.
He didn’t say anything as he walked back to his desk. He seemed unsure, but far more displeased than anything. I was the boss here, and he had overstepped his boundaries. However, if for any reason he sensed, I was falling off track, he had a duty to report anything and to stop me. He was authorized to do so.
He was silent, and I knew when he was concerned about something, he was quiet. I worri
