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I burst through the doors of his office. He sat there, sitting at his desk, his eyes not even rising to meet mine.
Three weeks.
Three bloody weeks since we last saw each other and he didn't even want to look up. My eyes grew cold and my face hardened.
Fine.
"I need to speak to you," I said, no emotion in my tone. He paused the papers he was looking over for a second before continuing.
"You already are."
My breath hitched a little. I missed his voice. Sighing, I decided I wasn't telling him everything. I thought I would but it didn't matter anymore.