"I don't hate you, but I hate what you are doing to me right now! You are scaring me, hurting me…" Evie blurted out even as her voice cracked. Her emotions were really bursting out of control now. "… threatening me… and even accusing me of things I don't even understand!"
Her tears fell then. "How do you think I'd react when you behave like this? Do you think I'd run to you with open arms?!" Evie continued as the pitch of her voice rose. "Dream on!!"
The man became a statue again, the wild fury in his eyes seemed to freeze as he stared at her. While Evie was panting after her outburst on the last statement she had made, unsure to feel afraid or angry.
"Tell me," Evie suddenly felt drained and tired. She was so determined in everything she does no matter how hard the task was. But why was it that when she was before this man, she can feel herself weakening in her dealings with him? Where was her strength and determination as how she was when standing to speak before her men?
