It's the second time that someone hands her a folder thick with pictures...Callie browses through them quickly, fingertips brushing their surface lightly, keeping her reactions to herself.
"If Michael promised you, then that's why he hasn't yet made tiny little pieces out of you." She talks with her teeth clenched hard. "She's lovely, yes. Is that what you do in your spare time? Spying on other people?"
Callie is finding breathing regularly quite tasking, right now, her knuckles going white on the paper of the folder. ..his sisters..Riene..oh gods, no, not Riene...what twisted, desperate family had Nicola put together..., thoughts twirling in her head, clashing.
One could not tell by the expression on Inga's face if she was enjoying this or not. "No, Callie, these came to my attention quite unexpectantly. Of course unlike you, I was not surprised. Your Alexander was never really one to keep promises or keep his hands, mostly dick, to himself. Its the need to be the center of attention and getting what HE wants no matter whom it hurts. Like David." She handed her another set of pictures of Alex in bed with Carolina. "Do you think she will be next? I must say he at least keeps it in the family. For a while
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"He does," and it's only at the last minute, realizing what she's doing as her eyes widen, that she flips her wrist and the gun shoots towards the ground, in front of Inga. The folders fall too, the pictures scattered on the concrete.
Callie can't believe she's taken the gun out on someone, not even somone like Inga. Pale, white with shock, she steps back, and again, still holding the gun tight, panting as if she's just been running a mile, her blood thundering in her ears.
Inga finally shows something and it's a jump back and a flash of a look of brief panic. It takes a moment before the screen returns to her face and for her voice to level to normal. "Funny how he shows it, Callie. By fucking his student. Whispering he loves her in her ear then comes home to you and crawls into your bed telling you the same thing. Is he speaking of you when he does or is he thinking of all the others he has been with. He does the same thing with his own daughter. Tell me, what's going to be like if you have a child with him. Callie? What kind of home will you be raising your child in with him around
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"If Michael promised you, then that's why he hasn't yet made tiny little pieces out of you." She talks with her teeth clenched hard. "She's lovely, yes. Is that what you do in your spare time? Spying on other people?"
Callie is finding breathing regularly quite tasking, right now, her knuckles going white on the paper of the folder. ..his sisters..Riene..oh gods, no, not Riene...what twisted, desperate family had Nicola put together..., thoughts twirling in her head, clashing.
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Callie can't believe she's taken the gun out on someone, not even somone like Inga. Pale, white with shock, she steps back, and again, still holding the gun tight, panting as if she's just been running a mile, her blood thundering in her ears.
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