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026: His standard M.O.

Author: Marvel
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-01 23:40:38

"Fucking bastard!" I shriek, yanking off my three-inch heels and tossing them at the doorway. They hit the floor with a satisfying thud, but it doesn't quite quell the rage simmering inside me. All this did was remind me of the $95 I splurged on them last week.

Raphael is annoying as fuck; he is the absolute illustration of an ant crawling under my skin. Does he have a problem with me or something? Did I wrong him in any way?

When he asked that loaded question, the one about my dedication, something snapped inside me.

"Try me," I said. "After all, I'll start as a probationary employee, won't I?"

He shrugged, that infuriatingly blank expression still plastered on his face, and said, "Okay. We'll be in touch soon, maybe."

I didn't wait for another word. I practically stormed out of the building.

My next outing should be to the hospital to see Odin. But after I clean the house too, it's probably a disaster zone after weeks of neglect. I don't want to seem like the evil wife who's hoping
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