"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!"
Burgess narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "Oprah, calm down..."