Surrounded by the flames of jealousy, the jealous one winds up, like the scorpion, turning the poisoned sting against himself- Friedrich Nietzsche
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"Of course, I know, which is why I'm very sorry to let you go. But don't worry, I'll find another person to take your place," He added, "Just be sure to clean up this mess you started," He hung up on her.
Bang!
It was as if an explosion resonated in Emma's head. She was over, her life was over. There was nothing she could salvage this time.
"No!" Emma roared and walked over to her bed where she picked the laptop still featuring Franklin's interview and tossed it to the wall. As if that wasn't enough, she picked it up once more and began to stomp on it mercilessly till the device was completely destroyed.
It was as if the laptop was Gray and Franklin all together and stomping on it should make her feel better - but it didn't at all.
