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Emma simply nodded. "And? She's the manager, not some piece of art in a gallery." Summer snorted |
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Ben tried to calm down. "Ever wonder what would happen if your manager had a mental breakdown and left? Who'd be left to run the place? Yeah, good luck with that. I haven't seen you do an ounce of work since you got here, all you've done in bother me and talk trash about Emma, even though she's the one who hired you!" |
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"Maybe she saw someone who'd run the place better than her" She snapped |
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Ben crossed his arms. "If you think you can run it, sure, be my guest. I'd be surprised if you could focus long enough to do so without running off and flirting with your employees!" |
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"You started it! She knows it!" |
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(Gotta go) . "Summer, I never started anything. It was all you." He felt his anger flaring again, as much as he tried to stay cool. "All I ever did was tell you to go away, but you keep chasing me! No, none of this is my fault." |
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(Bye bye) . Emma walked out of the tackroom and placed a hand on his arm. "Summer, you're fired. Pack and leave." She said, voice commanding. Summer shrieled in frustration and stomped off as Emma's knees grew weak |
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(I'm back :D) . Ben was surprised to hear Emma's words. After Summer had left, he turned to her, a little shocked. "Wow, okay." He said, a little dumbfounded. |
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(yay!) . Emma's knees grew weak and she dropped down, shaking and having another panic attack |
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Ben's heart twanged for her, and he knelt on the dirty ground next to Emma. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, starting to hum the same song as before. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
