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ter. "Is this you?" He asked, po

back at me was an impromptu selfie I

ract. This was weird. No, this was effed up. I refused to let this worsen the already humiliating counting minutes of my life so I did

rting you to your desk if there are any im

ne of the few to consider me a pursuable conquest and I had rejected him outright. He was probably enjoying this. With the shambles of whatever pride I had left, I strode out of the building barely managing to keep my tears in. Storming to the side of the road to flag a taxi down, the words of Edmond Walters flashed at the back of my mind. It's my company and I decide who to let go... How was I going to survive witho

to land even blue-collar jobs. I dreaded that it might have to come to squatting with my mother back at Clearville just when I thought I had gotten the pieces of my life together. My phone beeped again and while I wanted to fight the urge to just ig

spend enough quality time with your new husband so Snuggle'

one into my duffel bag. If I kept on trying, there was a high chance that I would toss my phone out the window in unbridled rage. The taxi pulled over in front of my apartment. I paid the driver and highlig

fe," A hyper-femi

I sure as hell did not know this woman. My hands froze for a moment and I slowly turned. My hands dug into my

ent red lips. Like the candy red that coated her lips, the woman was also dressed in a red designer pantsuit that emphasi

ctly and how do

aming at me with the whitest set of teeth I have ever

d upwards in suspi

She repeated. "S

nted it at Cupid's face. "I don't know who you people are or what your deal is but I don't want anything to do with this insanity. I am not married. I d

ne aside as gently as she could. "I am afraid I cannot help you in

g important notes for her higher-ups. It enraged me. I slapped her hands off the screen and pointed a finger in her fac

the Ipad in my face and read out loud. "Section 1.1.9 clearly states that only

o with me? I didn't agree

f the document. "See." To my shock, I noticed my signature.

e that. Why does

ave us permiss

pushed it into the keyhole, and turned the doorknob. I was going to g

ensed. "Where are you

from last night. Something about using coercion to get me to cooperate. I hammered to my head that if I refused to give her an audien

omach flipped and my mouth hung open the moment I looked at the new notification. It was a debit alert from my bank. S