"It's all part of my master plan," Amber said sarcastically. Her master plan to get a job by fucking up everything else. But Eric didn't seem upset, or recriminating, just-- intrigued? Now cautious, wondering where the trap lied, Amber continued: "I gave her some personal gossip, and now she doesn't hate my guts. I'm getting her to trust me, enough so that she’ll let something slip." Despite her sense of foreboding, Amber's mouth twitched with a near smile. The price had been high, but it may not have been all for naught. "I think she already has."
She'd just told him that she'd purposefully sabotaged their plan in the name of another one, and that was all he had to say? "I thought you'd be angry," Amber said, taking a step toward him, her hands sliding down to her hips. Behind him, she saw them reflected in the wall mirror. He'd criticized her manipulative nature this morning, back when she'd have sworn up and down to do everything to safe keep their relationship, and now that she'd intentionally kicked it, he didn't mind? What she’d done with Thirteen wasn't the same as with him and with Chase; they'd worked together for years, Chase could probably tell when Eric had an especially bad breakfast, not to mention notice when he was having girl problems.
Amber didn't know what to think. Did Eric not understand? But he hadn't even jumped to the worst conclusions, like he had before. What had changed, that he was thinking differently? Had Chase said something? She was so confused. She didn't want to fool herself into thinking he had gotten it, and that it really was okay. It'd be too much to ask for. And yet, drawn to him, Amber came closer, her hands still proudly clenched over her hips. "So-- I guess this means we'll deal with everyone knowing." What she wanted, but couldn't, to ask was: are we okay? If he hadn’t even thought of breaking up, she didn’t want to show how stupid she’d been, calling an early disaster.
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She'd just told him that she'd purposefully sabotaged their plan in the name of another one, and that was all he had to say? "I thought you'd be angry," Amber said, taking a step toward him, her hands sliding down to her hips. Behind him, she saw them reflected in the wall mirror. He'd criticized her manipulative nature this morning, back when she'd have sworn up and down to do everything to safe keep their relationship, and now that she'd intentionally kicked it, he didn't mind? What she’d done with Thirteen wasn't the same as with him and with Chase; they'd worked together for years, Chase could probably tell when Eric had an especially bad breakfast, not to mention notice when he was having girl problems.
Amber didn't know what to think. Did Eric not understand? But he hadn't even jumped to the worst conclusions, like he had before. What had changed, that he was thinking differently? Had Chase said something? She was so confused. She didn't want to fool herself into thinking he had gotten it, and that it really was okay. It'd be too much to ask for. And yet, drawn to him, Amber came closer, her hands still proudly clenched over her hips. "So-- I guess this means we'll deal with everyone knowing." What she wanted, but couldn't, to ask was: are we okay? If he hadn’t even thought of breaking up, she didn’t want to show how stupid she’d been, calling an early disaster.