Chapter 7: That Cliché Moment

< Shirley > "You know why I didn't knock on your door?" I asked, and he shrugged. "Because you're the one I want to knock out." Dylan chuckled dryly. "Oh, really? With your puny hands and little to no strength, you think you can put a scratch on me? How cute." "But my puny hands can pick this up, and with my little to no strength, I can step on it," I said, grabbing his laptop with one of my hands. His eyes widened as a few incoherent curses left his mouth, something about not saving an important draft. "Woman, put that down." "Yes, I'm about to." "Argh, fuck." He inhaled a sharp breath and spoke in a much calmer tone, "Hand it to me. It contains data more important than your life." Dylan really liked putting me down, so I was going to do him a favor and put his precious laptop down. I flashed him a tight-lipped wide smile and was about to whack it on the ground, but I was stopped by a large hand grabbing my wrist. I glared at him and tried to wriggle out my arm, yet his hold w