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You know better than to lie to her. Then again you <span class="mu-i">did</span> lie to her about not working with Pepper, but…
No, you sigh as you brace for the shitstorm you’re about to trigger, but uh… Pepper did…
To your surprise Mina doesn’t punch your head off–instead she rubs her temples as a long, disappointed sigh escapes her lips.
“Yes, let’s talk about her, shall we?”
You’d rather not.
“Too bad.” Counters the heiress with <span class="mu-i">much</span> more venom in her tone! “As much as I’d like to attribute your cooperation with her to pure ignorance on your part, both of her reputation and this school’s student body, Diesel, the fact of the matter is that you betrayed my trust.”
But-
“You collaborated with Pepper and helped her infiltrate a party she wasn’t invited to… and now she has her grubby little paws on company secrets. <span class="mu-i">MY</span> secrets.”
The Class Prez leans closer to you with those ice-cold eyes boring holes into your face.
“I understand it might seem cruel to an outsider, but despite his unprofessional behavior before, Jake is correct about his sister on all counts. She has no one to blame but herself for becoming a pariah. The girl, for all her pluck and ingenuity, has no understanding of the concept of ‘<span class="mu-i">compromise</span>’, especially when it comes to her little gossip pieces.”
Yea, you nod as you look down at your feet, you picked up on that…
“Then pick up on <span class="mu-i">this</span>: Do you know how many journalists go missing every year, Diesel? Worldwide?” Mina asks as she cocks her head to the side.
A lot?
“Much more than you think,” she explains in a grave tone, “Because the <span class="mu-i">smart</span> ones know what <span class="mu-i">not</span> to report on.”
A chill blows through the docks as the two of you stand like statues for an uncomfortably quiet moment. So-
“You’ve given me no reason to be honest with you, Diesel, but given the circumstances and your continued usefulness I feel the need to be painfully clear:” Mina interjects as she brushes some of her dark bangs out of her pale face, “You <span class="mu-i">will</span> get me that email… and you <span class="mu-i">WILL</span> ensure that <span class="mu-i">rat</span> erases all evidence in her possession by daybreak.”
You meet her glare with one of your own. How the hell are you supposed to handle <span class="mu-i">that</span>, exactly?
“That, my friend, is <span class="mu-i">your</span> problem,” she states as her voice turns even colder, “Trust me: you don’t want to make it <span class="mu-i">mine</span>.”
>CONTD.
