Our Love Blew up Like Fireworks
After our company loses the eight-million-dollar deal, my girlfriend, Lindsey Corwell, gets mad at me for the first time ever. She goes as far as to heavily insult me in front of everyone in the company.
Once we get home at night, she retains her professionalism.
"There's no such thing as a romantic relationship between us when it comes to work. The fact that you screwed up still stands. This is your fault."
Meanwhile, Lindsey's junior, Gerald Whitaker, sends me an apologetic text.
"This is all my fault, Julian. I'm the one who screwed up the deal. Lindsey bought me a cupcake to comfort me. It's pretty delicious. Let me buy you a cupcake as well."
The next morning, Lindsey chucks the breakfast I've made for her into the trash can without hesitation.
"I told you many times that I don't eat breakfast!"
At work, my colleague, Joshua Miller, suddenly approaches me and begins sharing gossip with me.
"The newbie really is fearless, eh? He actually had the guts to start a conversation with Ms. Corwell and even bought her breakfast! Guess what happened after that? Not only did she eat it, but she also claimed that it was tasty!"
Oh, so that's how it goes, huh?
Whatever.
Anyway, the woman who keeps texting me is still trying to get me to switch lovers.
"If worse comes to worst, I don't mind being a side chick! C'mon, give me a try!"
I purse my lips in return.
"It's fine. You shall be my official girlfriend now."