She blushes, but quickly ducks away to hide it. “He’s not wrong,” she mumbles from the sink. “You are acting weird.”
“I know you’ve got a lot on your mind. I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t… you know…” her cheeks color harder. “Aboutlast night. I know I said I needed space, and I still do, but I don’t want you to think that—”
“I was thinking I haven’t read your email yet. The one with your findings on Brad. I’ll do it today at the office.”
“Oh!” Her pupils do something weird then: they shrink. “Th-that’s alright. I didn’t actually send it. Sorry, I should’ve told you.”
I frown. “I thought you wanted to find blackmail as soon as possible.”
“I do!” Her voice pitches higher. “But the files in the flash drive, they were… they were corrupted. All of them. So I just threwit away.”
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