Agnes looked at me, and I calmly removed my glasses and polished them on my wine-stained cardigan, taking my time. Then I looked back at her and raised one eyebrow. I watched her make her choice.
You let them drink. You let them believe they’re untouchable right up until the moment you prove they’re not. You gather intelligence, document everything, and wait for the perfect moment to strike.
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