The tips of his boots edged over mine even more. It didn’t matter. It didn’t freaking matter. “You are Mister Ripley,” I said, still wound tight. “I’m talking to you like I would anyone that was my boss, with professionalism, because that’s what I should have been showing you from the very beginning.” This hoarse sound escaped his throat, sounding almost like a… grumble? A growl? “I’m not going to bother you when I can handle things myself.” His boots tapped into mine so roughly, it scooted my own boots back a half inch. “I’m just treating you the way I always should have,” I cut myself off
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