I was out of my chair as though catapulted, my head filled with such a sudden, powerful rage that I thought for a moment I might throw a fist into Gordon’s face. ‘Don’t say that,’ I demanded, my teeth clenched. ‘Say whatever else you want around here, but don’t ever let me hear you say that again.’ Gordon raised his hands submissively. ‘I’m sorry, James,’ he said. ‘You had me thinking, that’s all.’ ‘Think all you want, Gordon. Just don’t fucking say it. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ Gordon said, glancing nervously towards Sharon. ‘I’m sorry.’
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