Soon enough, it was just Phoebe and Theodore left in the office. Phoebe plopped down at her desk and shoved her bag into the bottom drawer. She hadn''t been around for a couple of days, and her desk was bare. Looked like Theodore had everyone hand stuff straight to him. Footsteps echoed closer and closer until she saw the edge of Theodore''s coat. Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her chin, lifting her head up. Theodore stared down at her, his eyes scanning her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, and no amount of makeup could hide how tired she looked.


    "Why didn''t you take a few more days off?" Theodore asked, his voice soft and concerned, like he wasn''t the same guy who blew up at her in the stairwell yesterday. Phoebe turned away, not wanting to talk, especially after hearing that recording yesterday. She told herself not to believe Ruby''s words, but she couldn''t.


    "Theodore, did you have anything to do with Donovan''s death?" she asked, looking him dead in the eye.


    Theodore''s brow furrowed, and a storm brewed in his eyes. "If you think sending him to that party in my ce caused his ident, then yeah, I guess I bear some responsibility." "You know that''s not what I mean," Phoebe shot back.


    Theodore leaned on the desk, his tall frame looming over her like a mountain, making her feel the pressure.@@novelbin@@


    "So, what are you saying? That I messed with his brakes or nted a bomb?" His voice wasced with anger.


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