Demetra Katsaros
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I can drop hints, but I can't just flat out tell you who I am. You gotta figure it out yourself.
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Post by Demetra Katsaros on Jul 11, 2009 3:22:23 GMT -5
I wasn't an idiot. Just because he said, "Don't worry, though, it's nothing bad," doesn't mean that A) I should not worry, or B) It was nothing bad. The fact that he didn't want to show me what he had or even tell me about what he was going to do was hella suspicious. Plus, he already had the footage filmed. Now that wasn't dubious at all, was it (in case you can't read between the lines very well, I am using what is known as sarcasm)?
"Then I suppose I'll give you my cell number next time I see you," I murmured, rising from my seat.
As he left, I turned to the doors in the back. Jingle, jingle. The keys danced along their chain, lightly bouncing off one another, as I lifted them and carried them to their neatly fitting hole. Did Louis think he'd just be able to waltz into this media center whenever he fucking felt like it? No, not if I could help it. It was possible that he somehow got a copy of the keys, but that would have meant Purple, or some other figure he knew, had gotten a hold of them prior to when they went under my control.
If Louis Pepperdine wanted access to the room I had just shown him, he'd have to go through me. After all, there was nobody else here. Who did he expect to be taking care of everything while Damien was gone, had he not come along?
My final task was to lock the entrance to the foyer. The green screen room was important, of course, but I was obligated to lock more than just that door. And with that completed, I made my way to my locker.
[Exit Demetra.]
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