The Hundredth Departure
I begged my boss, Arthur Hutton, ninety-eight times for us to get officially married.
Each time, he canceled our plans because his childhood sweetheart deliberately lured him away.
On the ninety-ninth attempt, I waited for him at the city hall.
Arthur simply patted my head and then put up a sign on the door that read, [Serena Xander and Dogs Not Allowed.]
He said indifferently, “Millie’s throwing a fit, and I can’t calm her down. I need to marry her first.
“I’ll divorce her, so just wait for me. Next Wednesday is a good day. I’ll marry you then.”
But he did not know that I only had ninety-nine chances to give.
I would be resigning the following week.