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«Absurd! Some kind of madhouse! It can’t be!»

The usual pain cramped my whole body at the mere mention of Mike. I couldn’t get enough air, as if someone had cut off the oxygen. I didn’t see a single tear run down my cheek until it dropped onto my blue turtleneck.

– Do I look like a joker to you, Miss Spikes?

I felt like I was in a «Prankster» program, only that kind of you know, fierce. I could see how serious Mr. Moreau was when he talked about Mike. But how could anyone believe such a thing?

– I don’t know. But I’m not going to listen to this nonsense anymore. – I jumped up from my seat, intent on walking away from the man, but he got up, too, and grabbed my arm. – What?

– Go back to your seat. – Mr. Moreau gave me a stern order as he turned me back to our table.

– Don’t tell me what to do. Let me go!

– Only when you’ve relaxed and listened to what I have to say to you.

– Good… Great!

He let me go, and I sat in my seat.

– It’s a matter of principle, Miss Spikes. I wouldn’t have approached you otherwise.