Chapter 13 Ridicule him and get stabbed!

• Emily regretted she couldn't refute that day to Bash for insulting her so openly that night in the car, so she imagined it was Bash standing before her again, and she just lashed out without holding back her anger.
• She didn't sense anything wrong or how the air around her thickened slowly, and Beckett looked angry with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
• "Being a person of the 21st century, it sounds awful in a thousand ways when you look down on a woman or man just because they were somehow weaker or were no match to stand at your level. What do you expect us to do for you, huh? Lick the damn ground you walk on like you are some god, and we will be your followers! This is not a Barbie World, and no girl chooses Ken over...well, Elias!" Emily knew she sounded like a complete narcissist, but she didn't know who to compare with Ken. Besides, the female co-workers liked Elias for his nature, which made her feel less guilty. Glaring at this bratty rival, she raised her voice for one last time while maintaining her manly voice, "So, stop ridiculing yourself. Nobody cares. Or ever will unless they are lying in millions and have too much time to do poking their noses in others' business, thinking of a way to create chaos in their oh-not-so-private lives. Really? Am I talking about their private lives? Do celebrities actually have one?" Emily laughed, but that didn't reach her eyes, and neither did she remember what made her lose her mind on Beckett. Shaking her head, she gritted aloud, "No, they don't have one. It was one of their ways to stay in the limelight. They make everything public and then blame others like they have the right to! These people cross every limit of hierocracy and expect us to be available for them always!"