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I asked. “You need to tell us anything that’s going on with you, so you don’t feel alone. Personal assistants are personal so they can help in areas others can’t.” Landon said, and he actually made some sense. “You’re right. Well, you all probably know me, and my love story.” I began. “Yes, we do.” They replied.

Ryan agreed, "If it helps you any, I was recently dumped by my boyfriend of 2 years as well. Last week. And I'm still here drowning my sorrows." Eddie came over and set a whisky sour in front of Ryan, who nodded at him in thanks. I held up my almost empty glass at that moment, "Well, that proves it. Men are scum." "I hear that, sister," he replied as we clinked our glasses together. I took a sip before continuing my rant, "And working a shitty, 9-5 job as an assistant isn't fun either! I busted my ass for years and have gotten nowhere! I'm a journalist, and have yet to see any of the world or write anything of importance."

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The message was simple and honest: "Hello everyone, I’m Ella, and I am Opheliathescribe. Writing under this pseudonym has given me the courage to share my stories with the world. Now, it's time for me to step out of the shadows and embrace my identity. Thank you for all your support. Love, Ella." The response was immediate. My phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. People reposting what I had sent out. It was all immediately overwhelming. There were some people who were shock, others who didn’t believe and others who gave their support.

Happy? “Hold up. Tasks? Plural? I thought I only had one job: fix the hot psychopath.” {You have one main mission. The tasks are… side quests. Experience points. Whatever you kids call it these days.} I was already grabbing the phone. A gorgeous rose-gold thing that probably cost more than my old life. I opened the app store and started typing. {Is that… a Reddit account you’re making?} “Yup.” {Why.}

quality versus quantity time, guilt management, and most recently, navigating school demands as a working parent. Her editor Rachel had requested more personal stories specific moments rather than abstract philosophy. “The theoretical stuff is good,” Rachel said during their call. “But readers connect with specific moments. The time Charlotte bit someone at preschool. James’s first steps during a work call. Missing kindergarten events for film festivals. Those stories make the theory real.” “Those stories are also very vulnerable. Admitting specific failures publicly.” “That’s why they’re valuable. Polished success stories don’t help anyone. Messy real stories do.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “Oh? You wanna be my girlfriend officially now?” “Fake girlfriend,” I corrected quickly. “Still counts.” “It absolutely does not.” Raid laughed under his breath before motioning for me to continue. I twisted my pen nervously between my fingers. “People are already invested. If we suddenly stop now, everyone’s going to start asking questions. Hell, Ashford Gossip Pot posted like twelve videos today.” “Thirteen actually,” he corrected casually. “Cass counted.” “Oh my God.”

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