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idn't know how to ask. - Are you kidding me? - What do you want, Emma? What about money? I can raise your salary. Now he had really offended me. - I want respect. And you can't give me that. - I pointed my finger at his chest, showing that I wasn't joking. Edward took a deep breath, not seeming to be okay with it. Even more so when a girl bumped into him to go into the bathroom, she smiled apologetically and he ignored her. - Let's talk somewhere else. - I'm not going to talk to you. Now leave me alone, you're not going to ruin my night. I turned my back on him again. Edward hated being contradicted, he had an immense power of persuasion and no woman was crazy enough to say no to him. - We can talk about your book. His words made me stop and turn around again, startled. - What? And when I thought Edward couldn't surprise me anymore, he was there, showing that he knew about my book, about my desire to publish it with his publisher. And he would use that to his advantage, because only now did it suit him. Because he was just a selfish piece of shit, who only cared about his own navel. - I told you that we can make a deal that's good for both of us. You can come with me and discuss it, or keep taking your frustrations out on me. I just don't have all night. Bastard, manipulative. - Do you want to listen to some music? - Edward asked, wanting to break the awkward atmosphere that had formed between us since I got into his car. He had dismissed his date after I agreed to talk and now we were heading to his apartment. I don't know if I felt stupid or irritated, but I never thought I would be going to that jerk's house one day. Amber didn't care when I said I was leaving, she was too busy flirting with the stranger at the bar. At least someone would have fun today. "Do you have Taylor Swift?" I asked without looking at him. I had felt like a statue since I got in this car, staring only at the window. I barely moved, because it was too dangerous to do so. "No, but there is Coldplay." I also liked Coldplay, but I was surprised that he liked it. "It'll do." Hymn For The We