The Insider

Chapter 11

Miranda sat in the car quietly, concentrating on the traffic ahead of them. Once she thought Lawrence was already done catching his breath she began questioning him.

"May I know now why we left the office all of a sudden, Sir?

He breathed deeply and let out a sigh. Miranda waited, staring at him. When Lawrence took almost a minute without answering her question, it was her turn to let out a sigh.

She turned her attention back to the road outside as she leaned her head to the side, placing it against the window of the car, and chewing on her thumb.

"Why did you do it?" Lawrence asked.

"Why did I do what?" Miranda replied suddenly turning her body towards her boss.

"What files did you take?" He asked again, never once taking his eyes off the road.

"I don't understand, Sir. I really don't know what you're talking about," Miranda said, her voice sounding very confused.

"You've been caught, Miranda. Or whoever the hell you really are!

"You've been caught stealing company information and I want you to know that you've already been found out," Lawrence stated forecefully, looking at Miranda for the first time within minutes, before he turned his eyes back on the road.

"What? I didn't steal anything!" Miranda said indignantly "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You can deny it as long as you like Miranda but Lindbergh already caught up on your dirty games," Lawrence said, seething with anger. "I don't care what info you got or why you did it," he continued, failing to break as they turned a curb, almost throwing Miranda off her seat if not for the seatbelt.

"All I really care about is to whom you sold it to," Lawrence was still talking as he maneuvered the car into a narrow alley way, "and I swear to God, I'm gonna find out about it."

"Get out of the car," Lawrence commanded even before he killed engine.

"I don't want to," Miranda replied.

Within a few seconds, Lawrence was already on her side of the car and pulling her out of her seat. "Let me go. I'll go back to the office now, Sir.

"I don't understand what's wrong with you and I don't really understand what's happening. All I know is that you're being very ridiculous right now and that your accusations are not funny."

"Fine, if you're really forcing me," Lawrence said as he stared at Miranda hardly.

Half of his body then went inside the car, crowding over Miranda as he tried to take off her seat belt.

One of his hands rested on the right side of her car seat, the other trying to release the seatbelt clasp to her left but Miranda's attention was aimed at the side of his cheek laying on her chest as he struggled to release her from her seat.

This guy has just accused me of being a thief, she thought. It's not right to get all mushy on him just because his head is laying on my breasts.

After removing her seatbelt, Miranda felt Lawrence's arm reach under her right arm and unto her back and the other under her knees. With shock, she relized what he's trying to do and involuntarily clasped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the car and into an unpainted building to their right.

"What are you doing, Sir? Put me down, please," she struggled.

Lawrence tried his best to maintain his balance, to avoid letting her fall down.

"Be still, Miranda. Otherwise we'll fall over."

"I don't care! Put me down this instant or I'll call the police once all this is over!" Miranda stated with anger.