Agent Smith making St George sit down

She stared at him for a moment. Then the faintest hint of a smile crossed her face. “You still don’t get it,” she said. “You honestly don’t understand what’s going on here.”
“I think I’ve got a better idea than you.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think you do.” She gestured at one of the big chairs on his side of the desk. “Sit down. I’d like to explain something to you.”
“We don’t have time for—”
“This won’t take long. Humor me, please?”
He sighed and dropped into the closest chair.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 558
Peter Clines
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