IT MIGHT BE ME (108)

"We ran a lot of tests on her when she came in, George handed these to me," Mr Marshal said as he passed me a file, I furrowed my eye rows but collected it.

The man shifted in his soft black leather seat and sighed. He was wearing a brown suit with checkers shirt, his naturally dark hair was dyed brown and he over-hyped signature glasses sat on his nose.

He seemed to be gawking at the me for the first few seconds but eventually gave in and spoke. "Is there anything specific you are looking for Mrs Dawn?" He asked as he glanced from me to the door where I was sure Emilia was peeping from.

"Miss Charlotte was diagnosed with Amnesia, how true is it?" I asked directly. He seemed taken aback by my forwardness even though he was the one who asked me to be straight forward, he adjusted his tie and his lips pursed into a straight line.

"May I ask why you need this information?" His voice was stiff and low.

"It's for an investigation and I need you to help me verify it, please." I begged.

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