He hadn’t decided what excuse he was going to use. “I wanted to call you...”“Then why didn’t you?”“Hey - why didn’t you call me!” Ja...on burst out. He knew going on the attack wasn’t a smart idea, but he had nothing else to go on. He knew he hadn’t done the right thing by her.“Don’t put this on me!” Emma said, raising her voice.“Well, it’s true!” Jason retorted, doubling down. “You didn’t call me either, so why am I the bad guy here?”Emma looked up at him, and with a jolt he realised there were. .. "Where". I stood carefully and replied "meeting room 5". Elaine and I walked together, saying nothing. This was going to be risky. Work colleagues everywhere. The only saving grace was the relative lack of people in the office because it was a day after the Bank Holiday and more people than usual were off. She followed me into Meeting Room 5 and I lowered the metal blinds. I gently pushed Elaine to a sitting position on the meeting room table and she obliged by pulling the grey dress over. Iopened up the laptop and started typing after changing the type-color tobright pink. When I was done I felt relieved but couldn't believe whatAbby had practically made me type. She kept reminding me of my reward soI kept typing. When I was done Abby clapped her hands and said:"Good little girl! Now print it out sissy."I printed it and took the paper back to the bed where Abby allowed me toread it in silence while she stood over me watching me blush in shame.Here is what I had written:1) I. As the march began, Jorge was becoming more pessimistic about the demonstration remaining peaceful. His pessimism was warranted.As the protesters began entering the Zocalo from all sides, Jorge, Maria and the others couldn't help but notice the police and the soldiers that had been deployed around the government buildings. An involuntary shudder and an inaudible gasp escaped from him when he looked at the roofs of the buildings surrounding the square. Heavily armed troops were stationed on top.