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No wonder Bruce and Sarah were a couple. As soon as Bruce left, Sarah came in. The studio was open for business, and I was discussing a collaboration with a client when Sarah barged in. “Rose, you bitch! You're sucking our blood and making a fortune off us! I'll show you! I'll make you pay!” She swept through the lobby, smashing vases and leaving a mess of broken cups and plates, with no place left untouched. “Sarah, stop it!” I heard the commotion and came out, only to see her on the first floor holding the precious painting I had commissioned. My pupils dilated in shock. Sarah licked her lips, a savage smile flashing in her eyes. “You owe me!” She raised the frame high and smashed it to pieces, then stomped and crushed the painting in a fit of rage, leaving it barely recognizable. Sarah raised her eyebrows defiantly, burst into the studio, and grabbed a camera. I called the police. The surveillance cameras in the community and the studio both captured that she did it. “I