“Oh, I don’t know. It was a few months ago now. I know for a fact that she needed it more than you.” Cisco said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind the man. “Why do you need the wheelchair?”
“Because it’s mine. Cisco. You didn’t give my chair to any random woman. You’re holding back a name, or the truth. So?”
“So what? You don’t need it, so I don’t have to tell you. Now, I recall asking you to leave.” Cisco said, crossing to his desk.
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