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What the f**k — he heads back and shuts the door right in my face. Ugh!
I fling the cloth and kick the bucket away as I stand there in humiliation and vex.
"Emmy!"
I cringe at the name and shake off my thoughts as I turn around with a fake smile. "Uh, Ivory?"
She walks towards me with a cheerful smile. "Hey, I am done with the dishes. So, what about you? If you are free, we can hang out."
I shrug. "Uh, what do you think?" I notice her gentle brown eyes shift as a frown appears, and her smile fades away when I scratch my head and grin, "Um, want to help me one more time?" Ivory looks over at me. "Well, every person is assigned to clean—" I gape at her and scoff, "What the heck?! Are you serious? What kind of a bully are you working for?" She leans over and cheekily pokes my
