“I’ll—I’ll have you know I’m an accountant,” I spluttered, feeling like an idiot. “I am well aware.” There it was again—the softness in his tone that I just didn’t know what to do with. Then he added, “It suits you, by the way. Your choice of profession.” I didn’t know what to do with that, either. “Right,” I said lamely.
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