[His fancy schmancy dancing around the bush isn't lost on Angela. She pulls her hand back to her side of the table, folding it over the other one as she eyes him carefully.]
It's one thing to withhold information from me. It's another to lie to my face. I don't like liars.
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It's one thing to withhold information from me. It's another to lie to my face. I don't like liars.