Romans & histoires The One With The Fake Monica

“I… I wasn’t…” But no one believed her. Mrs. Rickson grabbed a handful of her hair. “Mrs. Rickson, please calm down…” Editor May tried to intervene but dared not move. Two sharp slaps landed on Monica’s face. She cried out in pain. “Where do you sit?” Mrs. Rickson demanded. Monica pointed. Mrs. Rickson glanced at the desk, picked up the bag, and sneered, “Classic Adrian. Loves tricking young girls with fake bags!”

Only then did William release Hanson, who collapsed to the ground and began to cough; in contrast, William turned to see who was standing behind them. They both had menacing looks on their faces and as they exchanged threatening stands without moving their bodies, the atmosphere in that place grew more dreadful. Monica had no concerns about her circumstances at the time, but she was afraid that someone might be filming them from any place, and if that was the case, nothing would stop the video from becoming widely known the next day. “I am not feeling well, my head spinning,” Monica had pretended to be stiff from the discomfort in order to obtain William and Mark's attention. Mark said, "Ple

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

I bring the spoon to his mouth but he dodges it. —Don't be whimsical, I know it looks like goat vomit but it's the only thing we have— I don't even know what dish of food it is, if rice with broth, or a poorly made soup. I was getting used to the professional cooking that Monica, Beckam's personal cook, makes, and now any food looks terrible. Unless you want to bite my arm. I try to joke but he still doesn't react. I take a taste of the rice soup—hope it's rice soup or I'll throw up—he tastes the same as he looks: disgusting. I swallow it hard and clear my throat.

Damien said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Julian rolled his eyes at him whereas Nathaniel said, "I am here for some work actually but before that what about the announcer? The earlier ones are failing us terribly these days. You said you will get another one but you also didn’t do it yet." as got up from the couch and walked near the desk of Damien. As they both engaged themselves in some discussion over the announcer matter and then over a file, Julian got his phone out to kill some time. ~~ "Are you hearing me? He is playing you, Edie. Are you going to be submissive to him?" Cassandra groaned when Eden spilled out the truth to her.

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

I opened his messages and quickly discovered the one that Anna had sent him. Please submit a photo attachment, including face and complete body shot. Be everything he wants you to be. Be his girlfriend. I don't care if it's fake. Make him believe it's genuine. No. No, no, no. This isn't happening. This isn't fucking happening to me. This isn't real, Ethan. This isn't fucking real. There is a reason behind this. This isn't what it looks like. This is alright.

“That’s… not great. Honestly, I don’t think I’m the best fit. I heard you chose Freya Maddison first, and honestly, she’s much more suited for it.” Monica’s expression changed for a split second, but then she recovered, putting on her fake concern. “Why? Are you still upset about what happened before? I’ve already apologized to Kayden and reflected on my actions. This commercial is my way of showing my sincerity. I really hope you can forgive me.” I didn’t believe her for a second. Everything about Monica screamed manipulation. I had learned to be wary of her, and this didn’t feel like an olive branch. She continued with her exaggerated friendliness. “I’m really excited about this project. G