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Emma"Come on." Justin groaned as he hoisted her heavy bags into his house. Emma glared, pushing past him through the door. He led her up the stairs, motioning for her to follow. She trudged behind him wearily. Opening a door at the beginning of the upstairs hallway, Justin gestured to the spacious room. "This is where you can stay." Emma rolled her eyes dramatically, yanking her bags away from him and snorting in disgust. "This place is so overly expensive that it's scary." She nodded toward the connecting bathroom. "I bet that room and its contents alone cost more than two years of my salary… My former salary, I mean. I was fired this morning. The manager is horrible." He sighed. "Well…" "You're pathetic, Mr. Timberlake." Justin's face reddened considerably. "Stop calling me that. And I'm not really surprised that you were fired… Maybe if you weren't such an ungrateful bitch then people would like you more." Her face shook. "Excuse me, but did you just call me ungrateful?!? Look at this, Justin. Look at this!" She waved her arms to her surroundings. "You're just a rich asshole." His face contorted, and he balled his large hands into fists. "I've worked for years to get what I have now. YEARS. And I count my blessings every day." He sneered. "It pisses me off when fuckups like you act like they're all high and mighty around me." Emma lowered her quivering head slowly, focusing her eyes on the plush carpet beneath her. He laughed. "No comeback now, huh? That's what thought." Her head raised, and she faced him. Justin gaped as he noticed the tears streaming down her face. He reached out to her, pulling her close, and squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he felt her crumbling against him. Suddenly, she moved away from his strong grasp. "Leave. Please. Now." She choked. Justin looked down at her, confused. "But-" "Please…" Emma whispered softly. Glancing quickly at her again, he turned and exited the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He could hear her sobbing all the way down the stairs.
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