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Once I get all my sh*t together, I will show him how happy I am without his lying ass. I know my self-worth, and I may be sinking with doubt if I can change my habits and take action to make myself feel better about my weight, but I'm not dumb or naive enough to beg a guy like him to come back to me and try a relationship once again.

He cheated. It's his fault; even if he is tempted, he should have stayed faithful.

A relationship built on love, loyalty, trust, and understanding lasts. Not a toxic one that I had with Zach.

"Tamantha."

"Tamantha!"

"What?"

"You're spacing out again."

"Did I?"

"Yes! And stop doing that; I feel scared. "I don't know where your head goes when you space out, but if you have something in mind, tell me, and I will listen."

"Really? Will you listen to me as you did in college when we were in the lab? You're not even listening to me at that time! "You are just busy staring at our hot professor." I laughed.

"So? Mr. Mason is hot, and I don't regret staring at him the whole class rather than hearing what rumor you heard in the bathroom."

"The only rumor I heard is how you confessed your crush on Mr. Mason back then! But I didn't know what happened next; did you give him a blowjob?"

Her cheeks flushed.

My eyes widened. "No, did you?"

"Oh, shut up, Tamantha!" You are gross! I don't do those things! I just confessed, then that was it. He said thank you, and I was embarrassed, so I left.

I shrugged. "Alright, as you say."

Lindsey and I became friends in college. I don't even know how we became friends when she was a very proper and timid girl. I was overconfident, and I was the life of the party.

"Anyways, I will go now." "I don't want to be late for work again."

"That's a good idea; since you're always late, I'm surprised you're still employed," she remarked.

"Shut up, Lindsey."

I pick up my things and ride a cab to my company. It's a magazine company that writes articles about women, anything about women, fashion, lifestyle, and even sex.

I write for it, but primarily just for fashion. I have always loved fashion, ever since I was a teenager, but I can't get into good clothes lately because of my weight. Nothing fits how I want it to work, though it still looks good.

I guess I'm not that fat, though. The distribution of fats is even in my legs and arms but not in my stomach, which is good. My waistline remained the way they were back then.

"Good morning, Ms. Stolly!" The guard in front of the door greeted me.

I reached the company building right away. Even though I'm late, there's no traffic; perhaps it's because I'm late that there's no traffic. After all, everyone is now focused on their work.

"Good morning, Tommy!" I smiled.

"You always seem to be late, Ms. Stolly."

"Oh, come on, even you, Tommy."

He shrugged and smiled.

It looks like everyone notices how often I am late. I admit that I've been late for the past few days, but not that late. I still do my tasks in this company, contributing to everything I can.

When I walked onto the second floor, I was greeted by Hailee, my coworker, who doesn't like me that much for some reason that I don't even know.

"Tamantha, the boss has asked you to come into the office."

My brows knitted with what she said. Why is the boss asking me to come into the office?

I glanced at the office door and saw Rebecca go in. Is she also called to the office?

What's going on?

Even though I was confused, I put my bag on the desk and hurried to the office.

"You're late again, Ms. Stolly," my boss said.

I pursed my lips. "I'm sorry, boss, but it's traffic and..."

"No excuses, Ms. Stolly."

I nod and bow my head.

Rebecca was beside me; she raised her brow as she scanned me thoroughly.

What is wrong with her?

Just because she's thinner than me doesn't mean she could look at me in that weird way. Everyone in this office is skinnier than I could look at me in that odd way. Everyone in this office is thinner than me. I'm the only fat girl here.

"I called both of you because the company is cutting its budget, and we need to fire one employee."

My eyes widened.

Am I one of the choices?

What the…

I swallowed.

"Ms. Rebecca is here because she always fights with her co-workers, and you, Ms. Stolly... I don't even think I need to say why you are here. "The two of you are the least competitive workers here."

Shit!

"I guess you already knew what would go down here." "One of you will be fired."

I swallowed hard.

"But boss, you can't fire me." "I'm such a big asset here in the company," she said as she squeezed his breast together with her arms, making it more noticeable.

What the heck is she doing? Is she using her sexy body not to get fired?

And what is she talking about being an asset here? She's far from being an asset! She always fights with everyone, even with me! She doesn't even contribute to the magazine's article!

The boss gulped.

What a jerk!

He scanned Rebecca beside me. She wore a fitted red dress that hugged her thin waist and big breasts.

Shit!

The boss looked at me; he didn't even scan my body, just straight at my face!

He looked once again at Rebecca's body.

"You're fired, Ms. Stolly."

"But I've only been late for the past weeks! I always do my best in this company! I even got the early bird award before! Complete attendance as well! "I'm good at my job; it's just that I'm going through something and..."

He cut me off.

"You are fired, Ms. Stolly, and that's final."