The Day I Won Big, She Chose Him
The day I land a hundred-million-dollar deal for the company, my girlfriend—Paisley Needham, the CEO—finally agrees to marry me.
The next day, I wait at the city hall until it closes. She never shows up.
Instead, what I get is her official announcement with her assistant, Jude Grayford. In the photo, she nestles in his arms. A crisp marriage license sits in her hand, impossible to miss.
The caption reads, "My CEO, Ms. Paisley Needham, couldn't bear to see me going on blind dates, so she just went ahead and got the marriage license with me today. I'm so happy!"
My colleagues gossip, assuming I'll be jealous and furious.
I don't. I just like the post and comment, "So, when's the ceremony