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He
takes
a
deep
breath
and
visibly
relaxes
in
front
of
me
,
like
a
great
weight
has
been
lifted
from
his
shoulders
or
something
.
“
Right
—
my
turn
,
”
he
mutters
,
and
his
glare
turns
steely
,
speculative
.
“
You
haven
’
t
responded
to
my
e
-
mail
.
”
I
flush
.
Oh
,
I
hate
the
spotlight
on
me
,
and
it
seems
he
’
s
going
to
get
angry
every
time
we
have
a
discussion
.
I
shake
my
head
.
Perhaps
that
’
s
how
he
feels
about
my
questions
;
he
’
s
not
used
to
being
challenged
.
The
thought
is
revelatory
,
distracting
,
and
unnerving
.
“
I
was
going
to
respond
.
But
now
you
’
re
here
.
”
“
You
’
d
rather
I
wasn
’
t
?
”
he
breathes
,
his
expression
impassive
again
.
“
No
,
I
’
m
pleased
,
”
I
murmur
.
“
Good
.
”
He
gives
me
a
genuine
,
relieved
smile
.
“
I
’
m
pleased
I
’
m
here
,
too
—
in
spite
of
your
interrogation
.
So
,
while
it
’
s
acceptable
to
grill
me
,
you
think
you
can
claim
some
kind
of
diplomatic
immunity
just
because
I
’
ve
flown
all
this
way
to
see
you
?
I
’
m
not
buying
it
,
Miss
Steele
.
I
want
to
know
how
you
feel
.
”
Oh
no
…
“
I
told
you
.
I
am
pleased
you
’
re
here
.
Thank
you
for
coming
all
this
way
,
”
I
say
feebly
.
