This may not have been the smartest thing to say, but the shock on Eugenie's face is priceless.
"I never should have trusted you," she says. "But trust me when I say you'll regret this."
"I may as well," you say.
"Just leave," Eugenie says. "Get out of my sight before I do something stupid."
You do. You go downstairs, past the crowds, the cameras, the luxury, out the building, onto the street.
Was this the right choice?
So much for diplomacy.
You hail a taxi and head home.
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