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◇ KEL ◇ "To open this file, enter the correct password below. Note: case sensitive" "Oh, come on..." I repeatedly tapped on the other folder icon on the screen taunting my curiosity like the mysterious email address in my inbox. It was an old email address I hadn't been checking regularly. It seemed the fairly recent email was from Niccolo. He'd put his initials at the end of the email. I didn't know anyone else with the initials "NV". It was timestamped several weeks ago—hence my bafflement and curiosity.

I took a glass and suggested a toast, everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" We all said. I might not have Alexis but this is all i need. ** That's it! The final end of The Beautiful Nerd! I really hope you enjoyed the story of Alexis and Kyle! Thank you for reading through the plot holes and terrible grammar. There's a book two titled: The Wedding Planner, available on my profile! Thank you once again!

Sincerely, Crystal I read over the e-mail a couple times, making minor adjustments for tone, grammar, spelling, and punctuation, and then hit the dreaded send button. I allowed myself a little smile, the first true smile that I had had in days. I actually felt like I had accomplished something, no matter how small it was.

It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down. "You're the one who's ugly, bitch." I said. Except for her, I'm sorry it's just an attitude. "I'm not a bitch! You ugly nerd!!" I don't really like it for those who will be left behind, but if they want to be angry, I won't be angry with them, it's simple.

I prepared the assignment earlier and then I spent the afternoon wondering whether to edit anything or not. To hell with it. I decide and send the email. Then I check the Sent box, reading the text all over again, in case I’ve written it too friendly, or whether it might have weird words. It doesn’t but I overthink everything, so I gather my stuff, get up and go to the bar. “Anything else?” the bartender asks, smiling. My phone buzzes and I instantly check my email. The response from Tyson is an automatic one. Thank you for reaching out. I will get back to you as soon as I can. In case of queries, please contact my assistant here.

He smells like home. *One week later* “Hi, can I speak to Autumn?” “This is Autumn.” “Hi, Autumn, I’m glad I caught you. I’m Sherry, I was one of the organizers for the adult carnival you attended last week.” “Okay …” “I have great news. I’m calling to let you know you won our mega raffle!” Wait … what did she just say? “Does that … does that mean I won a car?” “It most certainly does! Now, I’ll be in touch with you later about the details, but for now I just want to confirm I have your email correct. I have autumn.west@g***l.com. Is that correct?”

Subject: “So… WHEN are you back, Di?” From: Nicole, my overly enthusiastic colleague who treated Fridays like a religious holiday. I typed quickly while glancing out the window. New York blurred past like a film montage, and I… was still stuck in the same act. To: Nicole “Monday. I’ll be back Monday. Enjoy two more days without me. Consider it a blessing.” Send. Of course, she replied two seconds later. “YES! God bless Monday. Reggie nearly set the office on fire because he swore the AC was broken, but turns out he just messed with the thermostat.”

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He kissed my forehead. ******* Five days later, around 9:30 p.m., I received a notification from my dark web email. There were two unread messages waiting for me. “Hi, Code 999. I want a special service from you. Are you still active? This deal will pay handsomely.” I checked the timestamp. The message had arrived about ten minutes earlier. Then I opened the second email.

"Yeah, right? But you're gonna have to open fresh accounts for everything under a pseudonym. Because you're anonymous, remember?” I made a small dance while Ralph watched with disdain. Why on earth was he on Asher’s tail anyway? He could have just stuck with his parents. I totally forgot about the room I was trying to fix, and for the next hour, I got down to business with Asher. We set up the accounts and put up the ads, then dropped our business email for contact. Our hashtag and username was BusyNerd. I loved it! Ralph had dozed off on a single sofa after getting bored with his game.