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7: WHY DID YOU DIVORCE YOUR WIFE.

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-12-02 19:42:39

NATE’S POV

ONE YEAR EIGHT MONTHS LATER

“What do you mean they don’t want to work with us anymore? You told me they were interested in partnering with us. What changed?” I asked Lesley, my secretary, who stood before me, visibly nervous. She looked like she was one second away from fainting.

Lesley was my third secretary this month, and while I was tempted to fire her on the spot, I resisted. I had too much on my plate to waste time with another round of interviews.

“Well... uhm, sir, the person I spoke to earlier said all their business partnerships must be approved by their CEO. And their CEO specifically declined, so they had no choice but to withdraw,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn’t help but let out a humourless chuckle. “This has to be the biggest joke of the year,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

I had turned down every other company because they assured me they would work with us. Now, with the project already underway, it was too late t
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Why did he divorce his wife? Because he is an asshole and an idiot!
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