“Am I what?” she returned, her voice assuming the tiniest edge or irritation. “Okay. Are you okay?” “Sure.” “Good,” he said. It was so...hard to gauge what she was thinking. It was so hard to gauge what anyone was thinking. How do people do this? he remembered thinking, mere moments ago. She regarded him. “I’m fine. I really am.” The edge of irritation had gone away. “You’re not angry?” “No more than usual.” She allowed him a small smile as she said it. “I’m glad.” She said, “Am I going to see. But how did he get into the mansion, if he was working for the 'other side?'" I was worrying at that one niggling fact and trying to fit it into the known circumstances."Sometimes, Carl, I have to tell you what I know, then follow it up with what I think and what I suspect. This is one of those times. I think Ivan Krekonovich was working both sides of the street, and to survive the coming purge, was changing sides permanently. My reasoning is this; Ivan, I was told by a person with no ability. Only when she stood up did I notice her curves highlighted by tight black skirt. She was wearing a casual office coat above her blue colored top.The interview then commenced shortly, although, despite my best efforts, I couldn't steadily hold eye contact with her. The buttons near her breast area was about to burst, seemingly unable to contain her boobs.I was over=indulging myself with the view when she pointed out. "Having a good view I see?"Quickly, I reestablished eye-contact and said, "I am. "I know a girlyounger than you who was assaulted by another girl at school, smackedher just above the eyebrow with a stiletto heel. Left a scar andeverything. All for the quote-unquote crime of wearing a skirt." Disgusting," Kacey spat. "Oh, umm, the attack, I mean, not the-" I figured," Ellie said as a dark mood descended over the room."Anyway..." Stephanie said, taking a deep breath. "Just because thesethings happen, it doesn't mean we need to accept them. I have to blocksomething like fifty.