Off you, not out of you.

"You still hadn't told me." I began while on the road with the radio turned on.

"What?"

"The content of the folder my brother took."

Sinister laughed as if it was some kind of joke, "You think I can just spill the tea like a gossip partner? You didn't even say please."

"Please." I forced myself to say.

"That's not going to cut it.

"Please! What do I have to do for you to tell me?"

As I said that, I noticed a wild smirk played on his face, "You should really understand what you're saying angel. You should understand what you're Offering. So be a good little girl and shut that pretty little mouth of yours if you want to keep yourself intact."

I have a tired sigh understanding that the Adam before me wasn't going to spill anything about the folder. Looking at my reflection on the car mirror, I felt utterly depressed. Maybe it was because of my child-like innocent face that everyone never took me serious. And maybe it was because of my petite body and short height as well. I bit my lips