Chapter 8

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                 。・『Bully』・。

I shut the store today to restock. Grabbed my list and shuffled to the back for the boxes. When I finally came out, I started filling the shelves again. I actually enjoy restocking; it’s my time to do things my way.

Then, out of nowhere, the chimes jingled, and a girl walked in.

"Sorry, but we’re closed," I said, trying to sound firm.

"I know. I want to talk to you," she said, stepping closer.

"About what?"

"Your assistant."

'My assistant? I’m the only one who works here.'

"I’m not sure who you mean," I replied, feeling uneasy.

"Oh really? The quiet guy with the mask who never says a word?"

'Will?'

"What about him?"

"Are you two dating?" she asked, invading my personal space.

"Y-Yeah, we are," I stammered, feeling trapped.

"Break up with him," she ordered, her eyes boring into mine.

"What?"

"Break. Up. With. Him," she repeated, each word dripping with intensity.

"N-No."

'I really don’t like this. I’m terrible at handling confrontations.'

She approached one of the shelves I had just stocked and shoved it down with a force that made my heart race. My plushies' heads were torn off, and my sketchbook, filled with my dreams and designs, lay shattered on the floor.

My hands shook uncontrollably. I was speechless. All my hard work, my passion, reduced to chaos. My legs buckled beneath me, and I collapsed, stifling my sobs as tears streamed down my face.

"This is just a taste of what will happen if you don’t end things with him. Even if you lock the store, I’ll break a window or two to get inside. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll come for you myself," she threatened, circling me like a predator.

"You know that assistant of yours? I want him. His mysterious vibe, his hidden face, his tall figure—everything about him. I even ditched my useless boyfriend just to have a chance with him. I confessed my feelings while you were busy in the back, and do you know what he did? He searched for you! While I bared my soul, his mind was on you!" Her grip on my hair was merciless.

"I figured if you were out of the way, he’d be mine. So, you need to break up with him, okay?" She flashed a sweet smile, as if she hadn’t just destroyed everything I cared about.

I could only nod, her grip tightening painfully.

"Good. You have until the end of tomorrow."

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