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“If I didn't knew you're a fucking weeb with a social anxitey, I would have trusted you to just shoot the CEO instead of ruin his life slowly.” Lewis stared at the screen on which the stock figures continued to plummet.
Almost like a free fall. He could see the panic by all those white collar guys flashing in front of his inner eye, while he nervously straightened his own tie.

Priscila drew her legs up on the chair and wrapped her arms around them while giving a satisfied snort. "I would never do it myself, but I would certainly pay anything just to watch them let those bastards die in agony. I'd even bathe in their blood, after they slaughtered them like fat pigs."
Lewis grimaced in disgust, knowing that Priscila really would if she could. He had never met anyone who hated rich people as much as she did.
"You really want to see the world burn, huh? And I thought you were on the good side." He sighed deeply, scratching his non existing beard.

Priscila just nodded at Lewis's words. “And I'll burn down with it.” Her answer was just a breath under her grin, satisfied by the chaos she started, staring at the flashing numbers on the screen."Somehow there's a good arsonist lost on me. Maybe I should reconsider my choice of job. The stock market is getting boring if I can't directly see their panic. That would be so much better, don't you think?"