Markus suddenly realised what he was about to do. He instantly got up and sat on the edge of the bed, his head between his hands, cursing himself internally for losing control.
Kizy straightened herself up beforing clearing her throat a little awkwardly.
"We will be late for office. Get ready." She said and was about to enter the closet.
"Who are you Kizy?" Markus asked in a neutral voice.
"What do you mean by that?" Kizy replied while turning back towards him.
"You know the model of gun I carry, you can easily find if people are following you and trick them, you know how to damage internal organs just by a single kick. Who are you exactly?" Markus asked while looking straight into her eyes.
Kizy paused for a moment. She knew that Markus was suspicious about her identity, but she thought he would keep ignoring these minor details. Now that he was suddenly questioning her, she didn't knew how to answer that.
