"What the hell are you doing?" a voice growled
loudly.
Charlie looked up from the computer to the base of the
stairs. Beatty was standing there,
dressed in shorts and a tee shirt.
"I said what are you doing down here?" he
repeated, moving menacingly toward her.
Charlie looked around. There were no other exits.
Charlie looked around. There were no other exits.
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