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Emily fumbled with the strap of her purse as she stood outside the office, mumbling under her breath. "Damn, I need a cigarette! This fucking bitch is gonna pay!" she hissed through clenched teeth. But cigarettes were the least of her problems. She was still Emily Smith who has definitely never smoked in her life and will never start smoking. But if she doesn't fix her life, she'll definitely start smoking for sure!

After leaving the office, she had no idea where to go - until she remembered the documents in her purse. They had Emily's address on them. She took a deep breath and took a taxi to the place. After giving the driver the address, she slumped in the back seat and let out a frustrated sigh. "How the hell did this happen?" she kept repeating to herself as the cab drove along.

Short sleeveles leopard dress constantly reminding her how she licked her lips that morning while looking at Emily's sexy ass in her office, made her groan with disgust when she looked down ant her small tits that jiggling slightly every time car made a move. "Ugh... this body..." she grumbled, touching her breasts lightly, not sure why she does so. Only when she noticed how driver watched her in rearview mirror she pull her hand back with disgust and let her gaze drift away from rear-view mirror to outside windows, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks and afraiding that driver might think she wants something more from him.

She couldn't believe how little money was found her leather, whe they finally stopped near a big apartment block and driver, a little worried, looked at her. "Miss, that's $12,78!"

Emily let out another sigh as she began fumbling for bills and change. It was barely enough to pay the fare, didn't believe that Emily would have so little money! The thought of taking the metro tomorrow filled her with dread whe she got out of the taxi.

She stayed in front of a rundown building, she didn't even realize that this creepy place was where Emily lived. Emily, the real Emil, lived in a shabby apartment, barely scraping by. It seemed more like a haunted house than a real home! "No way. She can't possibly live in this shitty place!" She whispered to herself in shock as she looked up at the building with horror, holding in her tiny palm her purse.

When she entered the building and saw the rusty lift that was going to carry her to her flat, she almost fainted, her head was dizzy, but she took a deep breath, steeling herself, and pushed the lift button. It was better than walking in heels! Her legs are already aching...

When she finally found her apartment number, she hesitated at the door, listening to the sound of footsteps moving around inside. Who else was here? She felt uncomfortable at the very thought of Emily living with her parents or some girl neighbors. But when she opened the door she was shocked!