He peeked over his computer. “File. Them. Do you know what that means?” A tight smile spread across my face while I stared at him. “Wenci, I hope I don’t have to repeat myself because—” “I do.” I walked across the room, picking up the stack of papers that were on his desk. “I was just trying to see if the views of this city and access to free food is worth your attitude.” He didn’t stop typing until I’d walked away from his desk. “Excuse me?” he queried at my back. “You heard what I said.” “I didn’t even—” I pulled his door closed in the middle of his sentence, walking around
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