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Her lips twitched slightly. Perfect timing.
He smirked. “What I did? You’re finished here. I’ll be calling administration myself.”
Maya met his eyes and smiled — a small, knowing smile that unsettled him.
“Before you make that call,” she said softly, “ask yourself one question.”
He frowned. “And what’s that?”
“Are you absolutely sure you know who you just slapped?”
The room fell dead silent.
Administrator Patricia Webb burst through the ER doors minutes later, heels clicking against the linoleum. “What is happening down here?”
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