‘Another coveted bachelorette off the market!’ ‘The Conquest of Loraine!’ I should have known that Danner wouldn't waste any time letting all the tabloids know about our engagement. The headlines vary but are definitely spicy. One assumes Danner has won my heart after chasing me for four years, others claim I'm pregnant, some buzz that I fear for my position in his life and demanded a ring. They are all so far off. If they only knew how Danner kicked me into this engagement that will never end in marriage, they'd edit their stories completely differently.  My phone is red hot, acquaintances and relations want to congratulate me personally or have their questions answered. Nobody saw this coming, and understandably so. Just a few days ago I left a ball with two men, after staring lustily at another woman’s husband. And then only yesterday I was right on the TV screen in the living room of half the world, flirting with a staffer abou

               Danner is in his element!  Look at him now, proud as a peacock he steps into the studio with my hand in his. The signal is clear: he is the victor, the loot is in.  I let him have his way, this is his moment. The interview at this TV station goes smoothly, this journalist is not really difficult and is less personal. I don't expect that at all with Alyssa later. She is a real gossip lady, her job is tailor-made for her. With this engagement, I already know that the date with Dordrich is going to be more of a trap than a charity. Throughout this interview, Danner is the starring, telling lovesick how we met and we were inseparable after that. What he doesn't say is why he's been my regular partner all the years, that would make for a juicy story, I laugh to myself. He rambles on as I try to look at his profile lovey-dovey and kiss him once on the chin. Danner's day can't get any b

The past two weeks have been great. My engagement was, as I thought, an online success. Social media goes crazy for the love story of Danner and me, everywhere we appear together the phones are held up to capture us from various angles. And everything goes on social media.Men's names associated with me are also mentioned, they also get the chance to comment on my engagement. Dordrich's name pops up every now and then, but not prominently because no one can present photos with us together as evidence of a possible intimate relationship between us. So not much value is placed on the gossip. Alyssa hasn't published the spicy photos, but I won't let her fool me. That bitch has a plan with those pictures, I bet my bank account on that. She also hasn't contacted me for the date with Dordrich yet, probably doesn't want to risk the crowd on social media accusing her of intentionally disrupting my dream engagement. That Alyssa is a smart girl, but I am not inferior to her

                 Before I can push the handle of the door, it opens from the other side.Danner stands in front of me, staring straight at me. My guilt comes up, I dare not look him in the eye. "Loraine? What is it?", he asks strangely. I walk in and throw my bag on the side table. "What should there be? I'm just very thirsty."On my way to the refrigerator, I see that the dining table is occupied with a number of dishes. Danner knows I love Italian, so he placed a generous order. I fetch a bottle of water from the freezer, put it right up to my lips and empty it in one hit. Dordrich taste has been flushed, but my guilt is not."Hey Danner, that's a surprise. Of course, I'm hungry too."I still can't look him in the eye. Silence.I sigh and cover my face in my hands. "Loraine, what's wrong? Something's wrong with you." Ooohhh gosh! Danner knows me l

                     The negotiations are difficult. Aziel does everything he can to get our partners on board, but in vain, they keep finding holes in contracts, changing sentences, breaking open agreements made in advance. After this first day, we are mentally exhausted, Aziel proposes to continue the conversations the next day when we’re fully rested. And judging by the faces on the other side of the table, they aren't exactly thrilled with the result achieved today. Who can blame them? Aziel negotiates hard, but the Chinese know what they want and are weakening our position. And then that interpreter who clings to Aziel, that doesn't make it any better. We now walk towards our rooms, Aziel is clearly overtired. "Take a hot bath and no sex tonight, Aziel. And that whore needs to dress better, make up for that. The men couldn't appreciate all that bare body. If