Questioning

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"Take a seat, Ms Comet." I said as looked at my phone. "Do you know the guy's name that stole your phone? Or I should say your ex-boyfriend?" I questioned as I casually took out a pen and started spinning it with my fingers.

"No, not at all Ms Francis. Or should I say Kily?" Joan replied back rudely with a chuckle. Anger rushed in my like waves of boiling water. My face turned from fair to red. I could not believe what joan just said to me. She just called my Ms Francis instead of Kily. Woah.... Wait... She did not call me by that until today. What has happened to her?

I wanted to burst my feelings out but something tried to stop me. I stood up and arranged my clothes and sat down again. Joan skiled and lifted her eyebrows. She looked at me as if it was a joke and said casually, "What is it that you want eh?"

I gave her a death stare and looked hard into her eyes. She immediately stop and froze. I looked up at the ceiling and rolled my eyes. "Oh... Um... What is that you want, Kily?" Joan asked frightfully.

"I want to ask you about this guy that you dated with!?" I raised my voice at her.

"Oh... Nothing... I told already I don't want to talk about him."

"I want his name."

"For what reason?"

"Don't you know that stealing is a crime? Why didn't you report this case to the police? You are working for this case. Please. Please feedback. You must learn to practise such. Even in your own life, when you go back home."

"So you are reprimanding me, aren't you?"

"I don't mean to leave a bad or negative comment that I have just said in your heart. Sorry if I ever did."

"Say 'sorry' now then. You have obviously spoiled my mood. And let me just answer your question so that you will stop bugging me. His name is James. James Lamie. And stop all this nonsense. You are just suspicious of me right!"

Joan ended our conversation with an angry reply before standing up and storming away into her lab.

I suddenly felt the sense of regret. I tried to comfort myself but I just could not stop thinking about my mistake...

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