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Deep Thoughts

André's POV

"This might sting a little." Sheila whispered to me, right before applying some weird ointments on my bruised knuckles. I had been doing too much punching earlier and was still pretty pissed.

I was currently seated on a chair in my home office, while Sheila was sitting on the desk, right in front of me. She was so focused on the treatment she was giving to my bruises and I calmly watched her.

"You're mad." She suddenly stated, making my eyes fall to her lips.

"You have no idea." I replied, making her pause for a while to look at me.

"But why though? You've been at it for hours and you managed to get a couple information out of him." She said again.

"Not enough. There's more that he's hiding."

"I thought I had it all figured out. Right then and there, I could have sworn I knew it was Dylan. All the hints and signs pointed to him but now...." I told her, as she massaged my hands gently.

"André.." She was about to say something before I continued again.

"I know it sounds ridi
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