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ust like every day, I was occupied with working to the point that my feet hurt from walking around and standing in meetings with Anthony. His company never had a day when no one worked tirelessly which made me wonder how no one saw Anthony as a good boss even though he hardly interacted with his staff.

Even through the stress of work, some people had time to gossip and spread rumors; which was good but not at all good. There were rumors about me finally showing my true colors as a gold digger, how I have been plotting to have Anthony for myself and that I was the reason he didn't look at the single women the way they dreamt about. It irked me and made me wonder if he was aware too.

Being friends with someone who was higher than me in social status and financial status was not as easy as people would think. Sometimes, the reason I hated when Anthony paid for my stuff was because of what people would think or see. Just fake-dating him brought out the worst in his staff, even from the