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MORTIFIED STACY

It's Monday. "Thank God, it's Monday" Stacy muttered lowly and stretched her limbs, yawning. Sighting the small clock on a table beside her bed, she jerked up from the bed

"It's 5 am already, what to do? What to do?" She bit her lower lip and rushed to dress up. Ascending the stairs, she could see Jason in a tuxedo already dressed for work. He held his files as he glared at her. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting" she squinted her eyes and caught up to him.

Without uttering a word, Jason moved to the door and headed to his car while Stacy followed suit. He got into the car, waiting for her to get in.

"Can't he be a gentleman and at least open the door for me?" She thought as she opened the door and sat down, pouting. The ride was silent as no one talked to each other. Stacy bit her finger nervously wondering how they will be seen together at the workplace. They got to a bus stop, some meters away from the company and the car stopped.

"What now? Stacy mumbled. Jason took out some cash
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