CHAPTER SEVENTY – FIGHT FOR HER AFFECTIONS

The next few days were blessedly quiet. Mark and Greg seemed to be honoring their agreement, keeping their interactions with Emily polite but professional. Rebecca began to relax, thinking perhaps the worst was behind them. But on Friday afternoon, everything fell apart. It started innocently enough. Emily was struggling to reach a high shelf, and both Mark and Greg rushed to help her. In their haste, they collided, knocking over a stack of cups in the process. "Watch where you're going!" Mark snapped. "Me? You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself!" Greg retorted. Before Rebecca could intervene, the argument escalated rapidly. "You think you're so smooth," Mark sneered. "But Emily sees right through you." Greg's face reddened. "Oh yeah? At least I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not to impress her!" "What's that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what it means. Your little 'art exhibit'? Please. You couldn't draw a stick figure if your life depended on it