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“No.”
“Because that’s how I’d like to proceed. I can help in any way.”
“I have it handled.”
“I’d like to see what you do.”
“It’s a lot of behind-the-scenes work.” I didn’t want to bore her with the details.
“Shall I start?”
Dominic had set her up for this. His mind games were an attempt to persuade me to stay.
“Go on then,” I said.
“Back in high school, a few years ago—”
That made my brows shoot up.
She went on, “I was being bullied by another student. She was relentless. Always cutting me off in the hallways. Messing with my head, you know? And no one could do anything about it so I decided to deal with it myself. I went to a spy shop and bought a small camera. The kind you can’t see. You’d be surprised how small they can be.” She demonstrated how she had clipped it on. “Like a button.”
“I know the kind,” I said.
“I synced it to my laptop.”
“You recorded her bullying you?”
“And bullying others. Every time she approached me or someone else and said those things, I recorded her.”
“What did you do with the footage?”
“I projected it onto the wall during one of our principal’s speeches—her bullying me in bright Technicolor.”
“What was the outcome?”
“We were expelled.”
“Both of you?” I said, wondering if it was too late to hunt down her principal and have a few words with him or her.
“I was glad to be out of there,” she admitted.
“How did your dad react?”
“He set up homeschooling.”
“Not another school?”
“No.”
“I’m sure he was proud of you.” I leaned back. “I would have been.”
“My being homeschooled disrupted his schedule.”
“Well, you fought back. That was the right move.”
Rue perked up. “Tell me something about you.”
Okay, now is as good a time as any.
