(Dmitri’s Thoughts)
“H-how d-did you?”
“W-what… w-why are y-you h-here?”?
“D-do you n-need a-anything?”
These were her spoken questions. I glared at her making my intentions clear.?
“Ms. Jen Storm, you seemed surprised. Or should I say perplexed? Tensed? Baffled? Scared?” I straightened my before crossed-arms, and stepped forward.?
“Why? Did you do something awful to make you feel like that?” I cornered her.?
“N-no, of course not, sir. I j-just didn’t expect you to v-visit here, I m-mean, you didn’t know my place, and you didn’t know me,” she stuterred, still going along with her act.?
I scoffed, “Oh, believe me, Jen Storm, I know you very well. And in fact, I am here to give you a pay back,” I took another step that made her step back, bumping on the door behind her.
“A p-pay back, sir?” she began sweating.?