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“This just isn’t good enough,” he said for the sixth time. “I’ve seen what you’re capable of, Sharon, and this falls short.”
He reached out to her notepad and crumpled the paper, her ideas crushed into his fist like the ones before. Another ball still sat on his desk from the previous meeting.
Nothing was good enough for him. She’d learned that the short while they had dated. She was never mysterious enough, never open enough, as though those didn’t contradict.
“Get yourself a new slave, Patrick.” She picked up a ball and shoved it into his mouth. “I quit.”
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