"I don't have to apologize for anything, and I'm not jealous of Brandon. I definitely don't want to come back here for you, and don't worry because I won't be making that mistake again."
"You have some nerve to show up at my workplace and threaten my partner! But now since you've figure out that Brandon isn't the one who poisoned your boss, you have no point of being here." She pointed her finger in the direction behind her. "There's the door."
He looked at her and realized that she wasn't joking. Finally, he placed the button on the desk he had Brandon pinned down on and headed in the direction Denella had pointed to a few seconds ago.
"Wait! Before I forget, tonight when I'm going out to go . . . see my mother, I don't want you tracking me or listening in on whatever's happening. I don't want your help, and I don't need it!" Denella said firmly.
Raphael looked down to the ground. With his hands in his pockets, he nodded and said, "Fine. But good luck trying to do all of this on your own." He turned around and continued to head out.
"I always do things on my own." she stated.
He turned to look back.
She took a deep breath. "It has been like that for the longest while and it will continue to be . . . because I don't want anything to do with you anymore."