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Stay on track. “Look, Emilia,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady and calm, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about the mess, but I didn’t spill. I didn’t tell her anything.” Her eyes narrowed at me, clearly not buying it. "Right,” she said with sarcasm. “Because the woman you’ve been conveniently fucking—whose father owns the building where you just happened to pitch for my showcase—had nothing to do with this disaster. “You expect me to believe that?”

Emily muttered quietly. Veronica smiled and sweetly said, “Listen bitch. This disrespect is over. You ate my pussy. You devoured my pussy. You did such a good job there’s no way I’m going to just let you get away. You will fuck me whenever I please. Does that sound good to you? Emily was suddenly turned on all over again, and she smiled back at Veronica. She liked the way this was going to go.

Her eyes shone with a brilliance that rivaled the stars. She raised her hands slowly and then let them descend gracefully onto the keys. The melodious notes flowed effortlessly from her fingertips, filling the vast hall with their enchanting presence. Her timing was impeccable, transitions seamless as a meandering stream. The tones she produced were resplendent, and her emotions swelled and surged with each note. The judges on the panel were momentarily stunned. Emily's expression evolved from initial disdain to bewilderment and finally settled into a state of profound disbelief.

she says goodbye with a bow, and that makes Alfonso laugh, she always has some mannerism of royalty, sometimes I don't know if she does it to make fun of us or because it really comes naturally to her. We wait for her to turn around to continue our conversation, the one with too much mystery. I go to my chair and know that I'll be staying longer, it's advisable to sit down and not stand. I carefully step over any sharp pieces of glass around the desk. I listen attentively that Emilia has been visiting the company with the excuse that she's pregnant. Emilia? She's one of my ladies, correction, one of my ex-ladies. I have nothing with her or any other woman except Gisela.

A sad, emotionally confused potato with a crush on a British sociopath she absolutely did not have a crush on. "You've been in here all day," Emily said from the doorway as she made her entrance into the room. "Maybe I like it here." "It smells like sadness and old pizza." "That's my emotional support pizza." Emily walked in with a box of pizza in her hands and flopped down beside me. Her pink glittery phone case caught the light and sent sparkles across the ceiling. Everything about her was sparkly. Even her energy. Especially her energy and honestly at this moment i loved her energy.

she said. A pause. “I would’ve helped you.” Marcus laughed. A short, sharp sound. “That’s exactly why I didn’t.” Silence. Emily didn’t understand for a second. Then— It hit her. “You needed someone clean.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” A pause. “You were perfect.” The words landed like a slap. Not loud. But painful. Emily’s eyes darkened. “You really think this ends here?” Marcus leaned back. Relaxed again. Like he had already won.

Not only did I have to put up with my father today, but I also have to be reminded of my nemesis two nights ago? The ‘unfortunate incident’ that threw up all over me and hurried out the next day without as much as an apology. Her eyes widened as they met mine and the voices all around me faded. Her eyes…they were unusual. A kind of deep emerald green. Recognition flashed in them and her lips parted slightly. I squinted my eyes a bit, trying to draw the connection between the drunk lady two nights ago and the composed one who sat before me. She looked away first, dropping her gaze to her palms that rested on her thighs.

Her thoughts drain away as she slowly turn and her breath hitches when she sees the intensity of Lucas' gaze. Emily's slim shoulder lifts as she struggles to maintain her composure. She stares intensively, waiting for Lucas to answer her. " Did you hear what I just said?", Emily asks, she rubs her sweaty palm against her clothes. " No, I wasn't listening." Emily stops, she sucks in her lips and did not say anything. Judas clears his throat, making Lucas and Emily jump. They both turn to stare at Judas. " Shall we get going since our work here is done?"

"Thanks so much for calling, Jermery . We can schedule a day that's convenient for you." "How does Friday sound? One p.m." "Sounds perfect." "Thank you, Zenia. See you soon." "Thank you, Jeremy." I did a happy dance after hanging up. My phone rang again and I thought Jermery had forgotten to tell me something important. After all, he didn't mention what designs, in particular, he wanted to see. "Hello," I answered, without looking at the caller ID. "It's EJ." My heart raced around my chest.

Jenkins stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Emilia's gaze never wavered, her smile unwavering. "I'm fine, Nurse," she replied, her tone dripping with an unsettling sweetness. Mrs. Jenkins retreated, her heart racing. She sensed a darkness emanating from Emilia, a warning sign that this girl was no longer the same. As the nurse fled the room, Emilia's smile grew wider, her eyes flashing with determination. The game had begun. Emilia's smile grew wider, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. She spoke in a low, menacing tone: