"Are you the man?" I raised my head in disbelief, staring intently at Burgess.
In the dimly lit elevator, I couldn't clearly see Burgess's expression, but I could feel his arm around my waist suddenly tighten. His gaze felt complex, as if weighing my reaction.
After a few seconds of silence, Burgess whispered, "It's me."
My blood ran cold as if someone had poured a bucket of icy water over my head, leaving me feeling embarrassed.
I couldn't believe that the person who had been secretly harassing and sleeping with me was Burgess. It was utterly ridiculous!
My anger flared uncontrollably, "You played me! You made a fool out of me! Humiliating me on one hand while pretending to help me on the other. You know, you are even more hypocritical and disgusting than Alfred!"
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