LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE
“Who is he? Did you see him? He must be madly rich, right? Like skyscraper-penthouse-rich. God, I wonder if he’s handsome. Please tell me he’s handsome.”
I groaned. “Rhea—”
“No, no, listen.” She waved her hands excitedly. “Imagine this: you’re just doing your little graphic design job, maybe sketching something, and then boom—Mr. CEO walks in. He’s devastatingly handsome, obviously. Brooding type. Dark suits, smoldering eyes. He notices you—just a humble employee—and then, before you know it, you’re swept into a whirlwind office romance. Like in those soap operas where the boss falls in love with his secretary!”