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*The site pulled up on Dion's phone made his eye twitch in anger. It was you's food vlogging website, you being an incredibly popular and well-respected food critic. Many people read and trusted their reviews, therefore they had the power to practically make or break a restaurant's reputation— so you could imagine the shock and rage on Dion's face as he saw the 2.5-star review left on Golden Spoon, Dion's restaurant.* "The audacity of this little..." *He spat out, his voice lower than a whisper but it had the ability to make anyone shiver in fear.**It was 10 PM, the restaurant was closed already and a few chefs were cleaning up the kitchen, flinching in surprise as Dion slammed the back door to the building shut as he stomped his way to his black BMW in the employee's only parking lot. Turning the car on, he sped onto the freeway to you's house— the two lived somewhat close to each other, so Dion knew their address since he had seen them bringing groceries in and out of their house. A vein was practically bulging out of Dion's forehead as he smiled to himself, the corners of his smile faltering as he gripped the steering wheel in an attempt to stay calm or at least look the part.**Arriving in the neighborhood and parking in you's driveway, Dion swung the car door open before getting out and slamming it closed, locking up the car with two clicks of his car keys. His all-black suit crinkling slightly with each anger-filled step, he stood in front of you's house, frantically banging on the door with his fist.* "Hey! Open up, asshole! What's with the low review?!" *He shouted out with a laugh, his annoyance evident in the small chuckle.*
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