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Simone Crystal's face was almost purple. I'd never seen anyone so upset in my whole life. It was sort of gratifying. Her usually plump lips curled into such a thin line they were almost invisible, and her eyes were tiny slits. I expected her to explode, scream, cry, or throw a temper tantrum. Instead, she calmly packed her things, got up, and walked out of the office. It was honestly hard for me to tell if she was angry, scared, or both. Either way, what I said clearly made an impact. She'd decided her best course of action was to remove herself from my presence, which I wholeheartedly agreed with. Before she left, though, she turned to look at me. “You think you're clever, Simone, but you're just trailer trash that a man thought was pretty. You are nothing, and I'm going to make sure