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“You left,” I shouted, hurling a cushion at Andy as he stood in the doorway.

“There was a murder, Alannah,” he replied, dodging out of the way of the object that flew towards him.  “You can’t expect me to say that I can’t do my job and catch killers because you are moving.”

“You could have at least had the courtesy to tell me to my face instead of letting my parents tell me that you’d gone.  What kind of man does that?”

“Someone had been killed, I had to go.”

“I’m sure that it could have waited the five minutes it would have taken me to walk down the stairs.  It’s not like the murderer is going to hang around and wait for you to arrive.  No matter how quickly you respond you wouldn’t have got there in time to stop them.”

“That’s not the point, Alannah.”

“Then what is?”

“It’s my job.  I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Why?”  I asked advancing on Andy.  “Because I’m only a silly blonde secretary so I couldn’t possibly begin to understand what a complicated and demanding job you have?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t forget who you come to when you don’t know where to look next.  How many times have you asked me to help you with your cases and I have gladly given you the time?  You cannot say that I don’t understand how hard your job is when you come to me for help.”

“If you’re going to be like this then I’m not having this conversation,” Andy said, breathing deeply and turning to walk away.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me when I’m talking to you!”  I yelled in indignation, stalking after him into the corridor.

“Alannah, you aren’t talking, you’re yelling.  I can’t deal with you if you’re just going to shout at me,” Andy replied as calmly as he could manage.

“You just cannot accept that I am right and that you couldn’t do your job without the help you get from me.”

“You think too much of yourself sometimes.  I was doing the job I have now long before I met you.”

“Yes, because Daddy pulled a few strings to get you into the job.”  I couldn’t believe the words had left my mouth and Andy looked like I’d just slapped him in the face, pulled his hair and punched him in the stomach all at once.  “Andy, I-“

“I thought you were better than that, Alannah,” Andy breathed, each word carefully controlled.  “I’ll speak to you when you’ve managed to calm down.”

“Andy, you have to listen to me-“

“I don’t have to do anything,” Andy shouted, turning around violently and attempting to hold back the tears that were brimming around his eyes.  The sight of him so vulnerable made me feel terrible, like a bully who had just realised the damage they had done. 

My mouth remained open in shock as Andy walked down the stairs, his footsteps echoing around the stairwell.  I couldn’t seem to be able to process what exactly had just happened.  I was disgusted at myself that I had allowed the words I had said to leave my mouth.

“You idiot,” I muttered to myself, stamping my foot on the ground in frustration.  “You always ruin everything!”

The End

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