The Billionaire's Curvy Assistant
It was better to fill the time with doing useful things, wasn’t it?
So, I wrote the outline. My fingers danced on the keyboard, telling a story about a classic thing. It was about an ordinary woman who fell in love with a handsome and rich man. It was exactly my situation.
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Thirty minutes before we could go home, I was still typing my story. Suddenly, the H-messenger, the chat application I used, vibrated on my phone. It was Edward who used the nickname “London-man” while I used “Chubby-girl”.
London-man: Hi!