"Oh my God, Mr. Satan really said that?" Olivia exclaimed, her anger evident as she nibbled on her ice cream. "I used to think he was decent. I even thought you'd have a good life with him. Turns out he's just another jerk."
Early that morning, Emily received a call from Olivia, and the two arranged to meet at a café near the Hilton Hotel.
Emily cradled a cup of hot milk, sipping it slowly. "You can't say that. After all, he's spent a lot of money on me, and he has been decent to me."
"You're too naive. He even wears a mask while driving, clearly not wanting you to know his identity. Even if you two break up, you won't know who he is. Do you know what that behavior is called?"
"What?"
"He knows everything about your life, but you won't know anything about his."
Emily chuckled at her,
