dream

PART 6

He leaned back, spreading his arms slightly.

A performance.

The room was his theater.

Every bully needs seating.

“This is a restricted facility,” he said. “We like to know who’s walking around our house.”

Our house.

I closed the manual.

“My access was approved,” I said.

“By who?”

“Someone who outranks your curiosity.”

His jaw worked once.

“You got a name?”

“Yes.”

“You planning to share it?”

May you like

“No.”

He smiled again, but the charm had leaked out.

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