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You have mannerisms and protocol when it came to situations like this. Chew on your lip, play with your hair, tap your boot on the side of your desk. Maybe if you're lucky some of these little tidbits will throw his attention your way, just for a moment. Just whatever you do, don't look over to where he's talking to her on the phone. Because he loves her like he never loved you. At least that's how it seems.

So he's slept with every woman in town but you. So what? Not like you give a damn, right? He's just your playboy boss. But he's not just that, is he? He's your best friend. You're his confidant. You know things about him no one else knows. Too bad that doesn't make you the one over there with him right now. Boy does she look cozy. All snuggled up there under his arm. Looks like she'd fall flat on her face if he wasn't there to hold her up. But you would too, wouldn't you? Wouldn't it feel nice to be the one up there, instead of her?

He says he's proud to have you. He used to say 'I love you'. But he never meant that, did he? Nope, just playing you for the sucker you are. He used to whisper all sorts of nice words in your ear. How you and him would be together forever. How he loved you and nothing would ever change that. But he never meant a word of it. He says it to all his girls. You were just another whore, the only difference is that uniform you've got on. You're not special, you hear me? Let me repeat myself, you are not special to him. You outlived your usefulness and now he couldn't give a damn. So what're you waiting for? I'm here. You've got me. We've always worked so well together. Side by side, hand in hand. I've never lied to you like he did. We're one of a kind, you and me.

So let me be the one to end it for you, and we'll see how much he cares. Come here, little Riza, and solve all your problems with me, your gun. Bang bang bang...

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EDIT: Okay, changed the title. Sorry Rissy-chan, I really didn't see that. Go away, copycat title, shoo...