This was my third day working as Melvin's secretary. Absolutely none of the dramatic, toxic cliches you see in television dramas had happened in my life.
The only real disaster stemmed from my dramatic outburst at the office. Word about my alleged late husband had somehow reached the ears of my blind-date prospect. He immediately went to question my mother, which resulted in me getting a savage, ear-blistering lecture over the phone.
Meanwhile, my favorite thirst-trap creator had updated his page with a new video last night. On the screen, his face was playfully obscured by a whiny, pouty puppy emoji, which gave him a uniquely adorable charm.
The caption read: "What should I do? The girl who used to tell me she wanted to marry me when we were kids doesn't even recognize me anymore."
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