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status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.

“No damping anger because it’s inconvenient. No nudging affection away because it complicates things.” Her gaze settled on me for that last part. I felt heat crawl up the back of my neck. “And no using fear as leverage,” I added before either of them could. “No dragging up each other’s worst memories just to win an argument.” Selene flinched slightly. She remembered the same moment I did—a fight, a careless spike of frustration, the way I’d imagined waves swallowing a shore and how it had slammed into her own half-forgotten terror of drowning. I hadn’t done it on purpose.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

To think he could not even clear the air and make others understand it was his fault and it's not what they think. "Shut the fuck up Fred, for Christ sake" I curse at him. "You can be rest assured I am not as stupid as you are so it can never happen." I spat out the words angrily. I can't tell why I am so pissed off today, and it is certainly not because of Jimmy's foolishness or Fred's maniac laughter. Although they were also really annoying. "Oh oo..someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" Fred said still laughing but it wasn't so loud anymore. I ignore him and everyone and just head to my office.

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

Instead of the fear I should have felt, I only felt frustration. “I’ll argue all I want. This is stupid!” When I stomped my foot to emphasize my point, he stared down at it. Before I knew it, he’d burst out laughing. HJ, my serious lone wolf, bent over and laughed his ass off at me. “Are you kidding me right now?” I pursed my lips so I didn’t join him. I probably looked ridiculous standing there with my hands tied in a ball gown and heels. The whole thing was preposterous.

I clenched my fist. She infuriated me so much. "D-do you think i-its funny...?" I asked with a trembling voice. 'Don't tremble.' 'You will look weak.' "Huh? This cockroach speaks! HAhaha!" A burst of laughter answered me. 'They are making fun of you.' 'They were happy to see you suffer.' 'They are having fun at seeing you crying your eyes out and being pushed to the ground like this.' I am ashamed. I am ashamed of facing the ground and not their ugly faces.

I kept tearing at my work, squeezing the crumpled sketches in my fists before flinging them across the room. Each discarded piece felt like a small failure, a reminder of the chaos consuming my mind. Frustration twisted within me, feeding the endless cycle. When George walked in, the room was littered with my failed attempts, each one a silent proof of my struggle. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, the frustration and helplessness overwhelmed me, and I began to cry.

Jenny rolled her eyes while making fun. "Are you crazy?" He groaned while stroking his hair with his fingers. "Why did you ask her to send the album?" He clicked his tongue. "I want to see young Austin!" Jenny sounded while pulling his cheek with both hands and moving his cheek from left to right. "Oh please!" He clicked his tongue while jerking her hands. Lol, he was looking so cute while being frustrated. Both are giving off the feeling of Tom and Jerry right now. "I'm not in the mood for fun!"

“At least you get to do it in a comfy bed instead of a hospital cot.” He finally looked at me, frustration and stubbornness carved deep into his expression. “You don’t get it.” “Oh, I get it,” I shot back. “You finally get the girl you’ve been burning for, and now you’ve got the libido of a Roman god but the doctor’s telling you to live like a monk. Believe me, I get it.” “Then stop making jokes.” “Can’t,” I said with a shrug. “It’s my coping mechanism. And yours, whether you admit it or not. You’re too damn intense all the time. If you don’t laugh at this, it’s gonna eat you alive.”