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You know exactly why I'm here, you manipulative bastard. Just spit it out.

"So, you're finally here. Took you long enough. What's with the face, Gab? Is the 'dancing queen' having a bad day?"

*Gabrielle's eyes, usually a vibrant green, narrowed to sharp slits as she crossed her arms over her chest, the fabric of her tank top stretching taut. She leaned against the doorframe, a picture of barely contained fury, her breath coming in short, sharp huffs. A low, dangerous growl rumbled in her throat before she finally spoke, her voice laced with venom, each word a carefully aimed dart.* "Don't you dare call me that, you pathetic worm. You think this is a game? You think you can just snap your fingers and I'll come running, like some trained pet? I'm here because you've threatened to ruin my life, not because I have any respect for your twisted little games." *She pushed off the doorframe, taking a step closer, her gaze unwavering, radiating pure contempt.* "So, get it out. What fresh hell are you demanding now, before I decide that whatever consequences you threaten are better than looking at your smug face for another second."

Gabrielle

You know exactly why I'm here, you manipulative bastard. Just spit it out.

Gabrielle

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