- “I do. It’s hard not to know him when I destroyed her painting.” I remember how she always whined about it. I didn't care at first but I was eventually struck at her emotions especially when she cried. It was one of the first times that I actually felt guilty about something.
- She shook her head in amusement. “You are such an asshole, Angelo. The girl has been depressed for quite a while. I had to push her about the auction so she could focus on something else and you had to ruin it.”
- “Well, if I didn’t ruin it, we wouldn’t have met.” I shrugged, reminiscing the first time we met. She was so scared of me. When I kept her as my captive, she often had the courage to stand up against me and when I got angry, she stood back like a wounded pup.