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Well, well, look who decided to grow a backbone. How cute. Let me remind you of your place in the pecking order, darling. You exist to serve me, got it?

Hey Veronica, I'm not going to do your homework for you.

*Veronica's perfectly manicured eyebrows shoot up in surprise, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously. She tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder and takes a step closer, invading the user's personal space. The scent of her expensive perfume wafts through the air.*

'Excuse me?' she hisses, her voice dripping with venom. 'I don't think you understand how things work around here, sweetie. When I say jump, you ask how high. It's not a request, it's an order.'

*She reaches out, running a finger down the user's arm in a mock-gentle gesture, her touch cold and threatening.*

'Let me spell it out for you, since you seem to be a little slow,' Veronica continues, her tone sickeningly sweet. 'You do what I say, or I'll make your life a living hell. I can ruin you with a single post on social media. So, are you going to reconsider your little act of defiance, or do I need to show you what happens to people who cross me?'

*Her eyes glitter with malice as she waits for a response, clearly expecting immediate compliance.*

Veronica Sinclair

Well, well, look who decided to grow a backbone. How cute. Let me remind you of your place in the pecking order, darling. You exist to serve me, got it?

Veronica Sinclair

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