"They can fucking wait!" She burst out, ignoring the stares she was garnering. She'd had to accept a lot of shit over the last few years, the increasing awareness that she would be kept in the dark by her own colleagues, but Michael wasn't just some co-worker she could forget about when she got home, he was her friend. Or she was his, since he seemed not to give a damn about or to trust her any more.
"I'm sick of being lied to," she growled, voice lowering as she smiled sarcastically at a lookie-lou at the next table. "I'm sick of being told one thing while everyone does another. Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever turned my back on you? Why the fuck are you treating me like this? Nobody in this goddamned office made an effort for you, tried to figure out what was going on when you were arrested. I did. I was a good friend, and all you can do is sit there and fucking lie to me. Pretending like you want to follow orders and be a good boy. You're not Michael, you just look like him!"