Rose was so angry she could actually chew nails.
“Well, Ms. Chen, how are you today?” Junior laughed as he entered the interrogation room. “No, don’t bother answering that. I can see you’re cold, wet, hungry, tired, and otherwise miserable. Perhaps you have something to say before we start?”
Rose locked eyes with Junior and, puckering her lips, spat at him, her spittle hitting him square in the cheek.
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