Holiday Dog-Sitting: My Client Is the Other Woman
On Couples' Day, I received a last-minute urgent request from a client to help feed her dog at her residence.
The client's home is located in the same residential area as Zachary Yandon's and my marital home. Even the passcode to her home is very similar to ours, with the last four digits being Zachary's birthday.
When I open the door, it feels as though I've walked into my own home. The furnishings in my client's home are surprisingly the same as the furnishings in my own home. Even the Itorian men's loafers placed at the doorway are the exact same pair as I bought for Zachary last month.
I stand at the doorway hesitantly without entering the home.
It's then that a golden retriever dashes out of one of the rooms and runs into my arms. The force is so strong that I stumble backward, hitting my back on the door.
I know I'm not imagining things at all.
It turns out the client's dog is Bingo, my furbaby who went missing three years ago!
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