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 br
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