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A set of long fingers supported the golden jut of his jaw while one finger lay across the thin stretch of his mouth. And his dark eyes glittered.

"I don’t know what happened," she answered, keeping to her decision to play the whole incident down.

"If you’re lying to me I will find out," he warned her quietly. "Augustus staff is checking film footage as we speak. I saw you fall, and I believe you were pushed. I want to know who you think did that to you and why you believe that they did."

"It could just have been an accident," Vivian sighed out. "I don’t understand why you are obsessing on it." For an answer he dipped his hand into his pocket and drew out his phone. She knew without having to ask that he was going to call Augustus and get the information he wanted from him.

"You are such a bully—put your phone away," she snapped, adding another sigh of weary surrender this time when he continued to hold the phone at the ready, eyes fixed like stubborn black lasers on her pale face.

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