[Something gave him away despite his best efforts. But what? Not his expressions. Body language? His distraction? Not his pounding heartbeat, obviously. Relief washed through him the moment the elevator stopped, but it's quickly replaced by shame then a fresh wave of fear. Cringing from this ride is not an option.]
[Crossing his arms, he glares fiercely at Winner as if daring him to question this incident more openly.] I thought I made myself clear. I have obligations to take care of.
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[Crossing his arms, he glares fiercely at Winner as if daring him to question this incident more openly.] I thought I made myself clear. I have obligations to take care of.