I envisioned the confrontation differently. I had it all planned in my head.
I was gonna have her sent to my office. She was going to enter the room all nervous, and I’d have my back to her to add to the suspense. I would probably be smoking a pipe. I would slowly swivel my chair to face her while stroking my beard. (I had a beard in my daydream.) I’d give her a chance to explain herself. She’d deny everything. I’d call her a liar. She’d whip out her sword, and we’d have an epic battle that would level the whole village.
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