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He didn't answer. His mind thought, No, Bitch, but self-preservation stopped the words from going any further.
She sat up straight, her hazel eyes scanned Tom's face and for a moment, he thought he saw the softness that had attracted him to her so very long ago. But just as swiftly, that feeling left and the truth of this moment overcame him. He stiffened his spine and glared back at her.
"Ok, my question, Loverboy", she said, quite matter of factly. "Who did you go to and tell?"
Tom thought his voice would be stern, but all he could manage was a whispered "No one." Her face got angrier. "I am not that stupid, Sheila". His tone quickly changed to reflect the nervous anger that was building inside him.
"No, of course you aren't. But someone knows enough to interfere with our work. Perhaps......I should rephrase the question."
She got off him, stood up and turned to face window. Tom had to make a decision quickly while she was distracted.

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