A

y, I wiped my hands and picked up the mobile. There was a missed call from an unknown number and st

tions, you

t! I was finally done with the app. I visited the app sto

ot delete snuggle until

little research on how to rid myself of the app when the strange number from earlier popped up. In a fit of blind rage, I h

s May Wolfe?" The fem

bably one of their representatives reaching out concerning that sketchy notification they sent my way. Now I was done with

it all wrong Miss Wolfe. I am the receptionist from Walter agencies

n a few times already and I had asked for the contact details only to go ahead and not save it. Although, her queries about the shift threw me off balance. "Why

d washed over me and I dashed out of my tiny apartment's kitchen to the living room. Wiping

to be here hours ago to escort Mrs. Verna to the property." The receptio

the woman on my behalf and try to go get her to resc

uneasily. "I don't think...You don

the title of the most recent email. "Your marriage certificate is ready," It said. Another spam from snuggle. I clicked th

head while reassuring me that was the bare minimum but nothing of the sort followed. The receptionist remained quiet and the lon

rsation. "I hate to break it to you but the boss visited today. He was pretty pissed off and he seemed to snap when he learned you canc

ntence

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f Walters estate thirty minutes later, ami

ing into my side. "You should go," She whispered into my ear. "We h

bastard and I will not be

"Have a seat. I'll reach out to Mr. Edmond

ed on in a rush to make it on time. I saw the receptionist pull down her landline in disappointment. The back of my eyes burned and my throat itched realizing what that could mean for me. However, before I could bu

d would like you to c

ator. The second floor up, I knocked on Edmond

ice came from behind

ed his icy gaze from some papers and spoke, "Ah, You must be May. Please close the door and have a seat." He gestured

was beyond scorched but I wasn't here to f

ere? Because if it is to reason with me on why you should still get to keep your job, I should

n failed at that. My shaky voice was a dead giveaway. "I got my dates mixed up. I a

nd breaks the industry that I operate. Your numbers are good but not the best. It's been three years since you began working h

le so hard on the table that it felt personal.

also my company and I decide who I want to let

not quite put my finger on. His last words did hit me hard. With Edmond's words constantly ringing in my head, it was c

desk to collect your belongings and will take you

civil tone that I could muster. "Goodbye." I then made my way to the door when my phone chimed in uniso

down. Below the quote, there was a document titled your marriage contract. In the parties section, I saw a name. A strangely familia

o your better half before we c