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Masochist

Penulis: Ms. Anonymous
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-02 00:48:56

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My head is pounding. Like, heartbeat-in-my-skull kind of pounding.

Hours spent hunched over a computer will do that to you. When the first set of migraines hit, I grabbed some Tylenol, swallowed it dry, and threw on my reading glasses like a grandma with a grudge.

Ana from Legal? Probably curled up in bed, dreaming of spa days and balanced schedules — AKA she’s my polar opposite and has a life to live, probably tucked in bed, asleep by 12:58 AM — so she has no time to respond to my emails.

Meanwhile, I’m still here.

Alone.

Again.

Whatever.

I stretch and let out a yawn. My desk is a disaster—coffee cups, highlighters, Post-its with half-written thoughts and tomorrow’s to-do list.

1. Make amends with Emilia.

2. Contact her family’s lawyers.

3. Get her family photos copyrighted.

I seriously do not get paid enough, as a best friend and PR manager. Sometimes, it feels like I work ten different jobs at once with absolutely nothing to show for it. Well, except in the Emilia department,
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