“Look,” she said, when he opened the door to her repeated pounding. “I’m sorry. I just don’t…”
“Why did you come here, Margaret?” He interrupted.
“I’m trying to tell you,” she said defensively. “I came here to apologize.”
“Not that,” Shannon said. “I don’t care about that. Who put you up to it? Was it Management?”
“Put me up to what?” Margaret asked, indignantly. “Shannon, what are you asking me?”
“Come on, Margaret!” He hollered from the doorway.
She caught a glimpse of a Japanese scroll on the wall opposite and strained to see more.
“Do you honestly expect me to believe you’re a legitimate guest?”
“What the hel...
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