Difficult? She hadn’t seen difficult yet. “You’re the one refusing to let me take you somewhere safe. This is the best compromise I can make.”
“Did you throw temper tantrums when you were little and didn’t get your way?”
Andho-boy, how did she know that? “Who’s deflecting now? Do you always redirect the situation to psycho-analyzing when you’re challenged?”
There it was, that patient smile. “Youdidthrow tantrums, but someone somewhere along the way taught you the strategies of passive-aggressive behavior.”
Thank you, Mommy Dearest. “Actually, it’s not passive-aggressive behavior I’m practicing right now. It’s called a tactical maneuver and I learned it from my brother. If you want me to give you some space, pack up your things and let me take you to the safe house. I’ll give you all the space you need once we’re there.”
No patient smile this time. Her glare was pure frustration.
After a tense moment, it passed. She clicked a key on her computer keyboard and Mitch heard a faint ding.
Emma Collins started dictating.
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