agonizing knots. “Did you suddenly lose the ability to read basic English? I sent you a message this morning. I explicitly, unequivocally commanded you to stay away from this building.”
“Good evening, Mother,” I said, my tone as smooth, flat, and unyielding as river ice. “Harper. You are looking very… vibrant tonight.”
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“Save your cheap, pathetic flattery,” Harper sneered, stepping forward to physically block my line of sight to the golden elevator banks. She crossed her arms, looking me up and down with exaggerated, theatrical contempt.
I was wearing