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MONICA’S POV.

He stared at me unwilling to talk and I raised a brow. I had expected him to be that way. They were always that way whenever I asked them to do stuff that was a little too hard.

“Come on sit. I hate staring up at you. You’re too tall.” I told him, pushing a low stool towards him, and he cast a wary eye at it before turning to look at me.

“Miss Monica, I…”

“Oh, just shut the hell up and sit. Do you really have to make me angry before you do what I want? Sit. I can’t talk to you while you’re standing.” I snapped, sitting in front of him on a higher chair, and he looked at it once more like he was about to be hung on gallows. “Sit!” I said strongly, giving the stool a little push with my foot and he finally sat. “Now we can talk.” I said, and stared at him intently.

He pursed his lips slightly before releasing it and looking away.

“I have to know where he’s coming from. Tell me. Where the hell is he coming from? I promise your identity will not be revealed so please let’