“You’re petty and consumed by jealousy!” Rebecca screamed. “So you’re getting back at us, trying to make us all grovel at your feet. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To feel powerful!”
“Rebecca, how can you say that about me?”
“Just drop the act, Penelope! I see you for who you really are!”
“And who is that?”
“You claimed I was your best friend, but you never once respected me! Back in school, whatever competition I entered, you had to enter too, just to make sure you beat me! You got into Stone Group and pretended to help me by getting me a job there too, but you stuck me as an assistant in the design department while you were a manager in project development! I was making peanuts while you were raking in five-figure commissions on a single project!”
Penelope laughed. “So I was wrong to help you?”
“When we went shopping, you’d just swipe your card for anything you wanted, while I didn’t even have the courage to look at a price tag! When we went out to eat, you always made a show of paying the bill and wouldn't even let me split it! When we went on trips, I was just trailing behind you, only able to do whatever you were doing! To everyone else, I was just your shadow, your sidekick… your charity case!” Rebecca finally unleashed all her pent-up resentment.
Penelope listened, a sad smile on her face. So this was the reason for her betrayal. And here she’d been, naively believing that true friends helped each other without keeping score.
How pathetic. Not just Rebecca, but her, too.
“You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” Rebecca snarled.
“Yes.”
As if a switch had been flipped, Rebecca lunged at her.
Penelope hadn’t expected such a violent reaction. She instinctively stepped back, raising her hands to defend herself.
“Penelope, from this moment on, we are no longer friends!” Rebecca shouted.
She charged forward, but just as she was about to make contact, she abruptly stumbled backward and collapsed onto the floor.
“You hit me!” she shrieked.
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