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Upstairs in her apart that she’d sling over her arm

And then, she’d begun waiting

Twice, she’d unfolded the sheet of paper Casey had given her and read the encryption key she’d jotted down at the top of the page A shiver had run up her spine Oh, she could crack this all right And she knehat she’d find But that obstacle would have to wait till later Tonight a ent situation required her attention

She’d tucked the paper away

Now she took the essentials out of her purse—her wallet, key ring and cell phone—and slipped the over her shoulder and hurried out of the apart the door behind her

It was a very long drive She had to be back in tie and be at her desk at 9:00 a

She always did

Roger was still shaking as he paced around his apartment He was totally devastated How could Emma do this to him? Lead hiirls—fake, superficial and shallow

Why had he fallen for it, thought she was truly interested in hiirls ever wanted hi their co their needs, and then they dis to die alone, surrounded by the courines he found on eBay

Time passed Self-deprecation and depression slowly turned to anger This wasn’t his fault It was Emma’s She was the two-faced bitch who left him the ant prick—Ryan—anyway? He was just a typical juicer, a glorified superhero wannabe Totally plastic And clearly not new-in-box, not with that kind of charuy had had more wooddamn brainwashed Barbie doll More plastic

What a slut

As always, when real life let hier turned to his virtual world Powering up his gao to appear on his twenty-seven-inch LED HDhe wanted

And what he wanted to do noas put that bitch in her place

Selecting the story of Roger Lewis, created around the avatar in his likeness, he zooer’s own shit hole, this house was huge and totally pimped out He’d spent quite a bit of his paycheck on Sireatest content for his avatar’s lifestyle He ht as well be a baller in the Sims world since he’d always be a loser in real life

Roger’s Sim ate a snack, then hit up the cell phone of Emma’s Sim He’d created her the day he met the real Ee boobs, a tight dress and heels—every bit the woman of his dreams