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  Emily lay in her bed thinking of why she did not kill Eve when she had the chance. Was it because she could not do it? Or did she think it was not the right time. Sarah walked into the room looking at Emily in a disappointing face, Emily gave her a face back. "Emily, we need to talk" Sarah said.

"about what" Emily said in the most vicious way,

"well, you missed so many days of work, Mr. Gary fired you" Emily looked at Sarah in an evil way, "Plus, what happened yesterday." She immediately pointed her fingers at Eve. Sadness was crawling up her sleeves as she walked into the bathroom. The shower water dripped onto her body as she slowly made it hotter, until it felt like she were to combust. Her head swirled around and could merely stay on her feet, her eyes had made contact with Alexander. His smile shone as he walked toward her saying nothing making eye contact. A smile had grown on Emily's mouth as he put his hands around her waist, slowly going lower until his hands went below her waist. Emily felt the essence of happiness, she looked down at Alex stroking his hair back with a smile engraved with gold and roses on her face. A voice called for Emily and she jumped back, when she looked down he was gone and her hands were under her waist. The smile engraved on her face had dissolved into tears.

Eve had whipped out everything in her mind and stayed there. All her sadness was all made from Eve, Emily was eager to set her to flames and bath in her ash. Every minute of the day she did not remove her eyes from Mr. Dave's business card, until she had entered the number in the telephone. Emily tapped her feet out of impatience as the phone was ringing, when a high voice answered she immediately wanted to kill him as well.

"Hello Mr. Davis, I was hopping we could meet"

"Do you have an appointment?" He asked.

"No. But I have something I want to tell you, in person" She said,

"Tell me what in person?" He was getting angry.

"Mr. Davis,I believe your wife is having an affair" she mumbled,

"what? That's an obscene thought" He said in the angriest voice.

"I have proof!" she yelled impatiently "Please, can we just meet in person" she pleaded. He agreed to meet him at his house at seven, that was when she was at book club coming from him. Emily knew that deep down down Charles Davis knew that Eve been having an affair, god knows for how long it was going on for. Charles and Emily both knew that Eve was not at book club, when Emily had thought of Eve paying, she smiled like darkness.

Seven had arrived, she threw her cigarette off the balcony gripping tight onto the picture she wanted to rip in half. Charles's house was big, Emily knocked three times in an angry way. When he opened the door Emily wanted to laugh out loud. This was the hot woman's husband, a short boring lawyer. Charles opened the door for Emily and she passed him in the most rude way. They both sat down on the rich leather chairs which made Emily want to puke, for it reminded her of Alexander’s couch. "So you believe that my wife is having an affair" he said nearly in tears "With who?"

Emily placed the photos on the table smiling while Charles created an ocean of tears.

"With Alexander Dickens" she said. Emily did not care about Charles Davis, she did not care if it was right or wrong, the only thing she smiled about whilst doing this is the thought of Eve Davis rotting away with no money, she used to be called a rose, but now it was like she was the opposite, she was like an angel who betrayed god.

"Listen to me" Emily said tightening her fists, "You can't let that bitch do this to you. Aren't you going to do something, or are you just going to lie there whining about someone who never cared for you." She tried to put these words right through his head. He got up looking at Emily like he was going to blow up,

"You come into my house telling me my wife doesn't love me, get the hell out!" Before Emily stepped out the door she smiled, a smile that came from the darkest side of any person in the world, it was like a demon that had possessed her.

A week had passed when Emily received a letter. She tore it open and a paper fell on the floor. Charles's name was written on it, she had completely forgot about him. Her eyes focused on the words, she could no longer write but she could read.

Dear Miss Stevenson,

I wanted to thank you for coming to my apartment that day.

I needed to know the truth, for weeks I wondered if my

prediction was true or if I was just paranoid. That photo

Changed everything, Eve and I are going through the

divorce, I kicked her out of my house, she is now staying

at a motel working at a diner. With all thanks.

Sincerely, Charles.