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“We need to talk,” Brooke said. “We can do it in your room, or we can go somewhere for a drink.”
“I don’t feel the need to talk at all.” Ming-Mei crossed her arms and turned back toward the elevator.
“There’s something more that you don’t know. Something important.”
“Really. Who’s coming for me next: the FBI? Or maybe mental health authorities?”
Brooke’s face reddened.
“Do you really want to go over it here in the hallway with everyone listening at their doors and with that security camera right there?” Brooke pointed at the ceiling.
Ming-Mei stopped before her finger reached the elevator call button. She straightened and expelled a long breath.
“No. I think there’s been quite enough public exposure already.” She led the way back to her room, opened the door for them, locked it
