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Back then, little Cecilia Wang always thought her life was perfect.How could it not be? She had many toys, loving parents, and a life like a princess.Cecilia never felt jealous when her friends got new toys, because before they could buy them, Cecilia had already got the same ones. Her house was bigger than her friends’ houses. Her father was richer, her mother was prettier, and everything about Cecilia was always better.Her life was perfect until one day, that girl came into her life.At first, Cecilia didn’t realize how her mother had become distant toward her father. Or how her mother would secretly spend more time looking in the mirror and crying. Or when her mother was often seen with puffy eyes.Perhaps, Cecilia was still too young to notice those details.Until finally, Cecilia witnessed for herself how her father and mother had turned into people she didn’t recognize.“I DON’T WANT HER HERE!”“BUT SHE’S MY CHILD!”Her parents had never yelled at each other before. Her mothe

‘Maria. I’m still busy. I’ll send Grace over.’I clenched my phone tightly when I received the message from Damian. After someone from HR asked to be involved (they said they had to make sure the hired employee met the minimum standards), now a senior secretary is coming too. That’s bureaucracy for you.But I don’t need them. I just need Damian to pick one who looks attractive to him.It was past 2:00. I opened the door to make sure all the candidates were present.Suddenly, someone spoke to me.“I think you’re late. We candidates were supposed to be here before 2:00.”Was I being scolded?

Hannah Barker had gone to great lengths just to ask her boss for permission to take the day off. As expected, her stingy boss didn’t give it to her for free. Hannah had to accept a deduction from her pay so she could attend today’s all-important event: a job interview.For some reason, she had a good feeling. It seemed like this might become her first corporate job. She was determined to do whatever it took today to get accepted, so that her salary deduction and her new outfit would not go to waste.Hannah actually had a formal-looking blouse she usually wore for job hunting. But since she always failed with that particular blouse, she thought it was bad luck. She chose to buy a new pastel-colored blouse, a black knee-length skirt to make her look professional, and closed-toe flats.Her makeup was kept light, the important thing was to look fresh. Too much makeup would make her unrecognizable.Don’t forget, the recruiter had accepted her application after she submitted a photo in whic

I had to close the application 15 minutes after I opened it. My phone was immediately flooded with nonstop notifications after I posted the job opening even though it was almost midnight.Don’t people usually start their jobs in the morning, during business hours?It was my fault, too, for posting a job opening with no qualifications. But really, I didn’t need anything from them. They could be illiterate for all I care. I just need a pretty face, that’s it.“Maria, the light.” Damian shielded his eyes with a hand. “Aren’t you asleep?”“Just a little longer.”He puckered his lips like a sulking child.“Okay, okay, I’ll turn off the light. Just go back to sleep.”I needed to do something very important.In the dark room, lying in bed with my husband beside me, I was looking for a mistress for him.I turned off the table lamp, leaned my head against the headboard while scrolling through my phone with one hand. The light from the phone was actually enough. Besides, I just needed to look a

'KEEP SMILING AT CUSTOMERS EVEN IF YOUR LIPS ARE PARALYZED'That’s this bakery’s crazy motto. For some reason, the owner is confident enough to come up with a slogan like that while the employees are paid barely enough to get by.Hannah shook her head to shake off the drowsiness. She arrived at 9 a.m. today, yet as a part-time employee, she wouldn’t be allowed to go home until—wait for it—10 p.m! A thirteen-hour shift for a mere part-time employee. That’s even longer than a full-time job. Damn shop owner.There were no customers left in the shop because it had already closed at 9 p.m. Even so, they still had to tidy up the shop and prepare for opening tomorrow until 10 p.m.“I can’t take it anymore. I’m quitting this month!”Hannah was surprised to hear that. She thought it was her own inner voice slipping. But it turned out to be Liz, her coworker, complaining while mopping the floor. It wasn’t the first time Liz had said that, but the reality was, the girl was still working at this

Damian Lee possessed a trinity of pleasure he could never exhaust: money, liquor, and women.All three were intoxicating, but Damian Lee was a master of control. He knew how to start the fun, as well as how to stop. And this club used to be his den.Maybe it was because this was one of the few clubs that opened so early that he could come straight here after work. He loved to party that much, he wouldn’t want to wait any longer.“Where’s Damian?" A blonde girl approached a group of men. A glass of alcohol in her hand, her eyes scanned the whole room. "Why hasn't he returned yet? Whyyy?!"I rolled my eyes in disbelief. I’d already seen three girls looking for him tonight. I honestly didn’t understand why people acted like he was the only decent-looking guy they could find.I could imagine this Damian guy would stroll into a nightclub to indulge in a drink; a single glance, a faint smirk, and women would flock to him like moths to a flame.There was a strange rumour I’d heard: if Damia