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We were the only ones in the elevator, and to make matters worse, we were on the twentieth floor, which meant that we had a long way to go before we reached the ground level.
Kyle's eyes seemed to be glazed over as he continued to stare...
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❝ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ❞
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"What are the reasons behind your visit here today?"
I blinked.
Was this some sort of joke?
"You wanted to interview me," I deadpanned. "And as far as I know, that's the only reason that I'm here today, is it not?"
Kyle shook his head at my answer.
"Must you be so figurative?" He asked without a trace of emotion in his voice. "My question was meant to be taken literally, Miss. Reynolds. As in, why did I bring you to my house today?"
"To rub in my face how rich you are?" I guessed sarcastically.
A cutting look of disapproval flashed across his face, and that's when I realized that I had voiced my thoughts out loud.
