Promise Chat の小説・ストーリー

My short promise. …

To them I don't exist. "Will you at least take pictures and send them to me?" "No." "No?" "Mia, this is going to be a formal meet up. I can't be there taking selfies like an I*******m model." Now that we won the company. We have to write another report with our plans for the account. Jake and I have been up for hours working on it and we're finally satisfied with the end result. It's now almost midnight and we're sitting with our fourth bottle of wine.