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An invisible hand wrapped itself around Jazz’s throat, squeezing tighter with each excuse Toni knocked back Her next words caled whisper “H-holly could—”

“Holly left about ten onna fit in that thing? Coraphic”

“I’d pay money to see—”

“Shut it, Screwball,” Toni said, holding her hand in front of his face

Jazz stood frozen to the spot like a helpless anih beams of a sehtly sealed box in her mind broke free

The smell of blood

The sound of her own screams

The terror

The pain God, the pain…

“Just try it for me, please I proet too cold” Toni still glared at Screw as she spoke She’d yet to notice her employee’s internal freak-out

Jazz rubbed over her ar across her skin grew in strength The thought of standing before her friends in the low-cut tank brought with it a paralyzing dread that kept her feet rooted to the ground

“No!” she yelled with far more force that the situation called for

Toni, who’d resu with Screhipped her head around Her eyebrows narrowed “Seriously?”

“Yes I’ this on” Jazz threw the shirt back to her friend and boss Never before had they even co over a business decision, or a personal one for that e to vo out of her office in the tank top