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Vanessa stood there unflinching, staring at the man with pursed lips. A deal, huh? Nessa didn't know this man, he could be just trying to bait her into admitting something. She wasn't born yesterday, she knew not to give herself off so easily. Especially when the man's evidence was flimsier than flimsy.
[color=823d99]"I'm telling you,"[/color] Nessa spoke through gritted teeth, [color=823d99]"you've got the wrong person, [i]sir.[/i]"[/color]
It felt clear this man didn't speak English as his first language. Was he someone hired by the cops? Was he actually being blackmailed by them? It didn't matter; Nessa wasn't interested in helping, not if she had any other options.
[color=823d99]"What makes you think I'm the person you're after, anyway?"[/color] Nessa asked. She wanted to know what the man knew about her, and why he had chosen to single out her specifically. What made her look like the person he was looking for? Nessa knew for a fact no one had identified her appearance. So why would this man be so sure it was her?