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] After that conversation with Sir Jonathan, he hung up the phone. I was standing and thinking, "Why does my body ache?" and "Why do I feel a little bit dizzy?" "Ohhhh, what the heck?" I then remembered that there was a stranger whom I let into my apartment. And we both sing and drunk together "What the fuck! I fucked a stranger!" Garshhhhh. Not just that, I was very drunk yesterday. (I hold my head and start to slowly slap it.)

The four strangers didn’t turn to face me; they just stood still. My phone stopped ringing. “Maybe if we don’t move,” the tall blond man began to whisper. “Shut up!” the short red-haired guy whisper-shouted, interrupting the other. “I can’t believe this,“ a tall woman with her dark hair pulled back muttered. Her pony tail moved side to side as she shook her head. “We are so dead,” another with a similar hairdo said.

“Come on. I know the perfect way to cheer you up back at my place.” “Let her go,” a voice said from behind them. Both men turned. A stranger stood a few steps away. He was tall and built like a linebacker. He glared at the two men as he walked over. The first man snorted. “Mind your business.” “She already refused your offer,” the stranger said. “Let her go.” The second man stepped toward him. “And who the hell are you?”

The stranger. He’s here

He started, trying to make his voice loud. I was barely able to hear him due to the loud music and cheering audience. “Thank you, to whatever you said.” I said also trying to make myself loud. He laughed. “Can I get your number?” He asked as he brought out his phone. “I don't give out my number to strangers.” I replied. “Please, pretty.” He added, smiling He looked like he wasn't going to give up until I gave it to him and I had no option than to. “Thank you," he said. I’m Romeo.”

A stranger. What's wrong with my life?

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I asked, crossing my legs. "Sure, Ms. Perez. I know you expect nothing but perfection and my team is the best in the company. I can assure you that," he stated confidently and I nodded with a smile. "That's convincing. I'll call you if I need anything," I dismissed him and let out a huge sigh, thinking about all the events that unfolded today but more importantly my mind was stuck on a certain pair of grey eyes that kept haunting me since that day at the club. It was supposed to be a one-night whatever like he said and of all places, he had to work here.

“Now that we’ve completed our checklist, how do we go about looking for Mr. and Ms. Perfect? Should we start?” Kenneth took a deep breath. He lazily turned to his computer, asking, “Do you want a global search?” “Not really global. Maybe European and American countries? The ones I travel to. They must speak English and be no more than thirty-six years old,” she added a requirement. “Is single and without a child. Not a divorcé and not a military man, please. Oh, and not a celebrity.” “Are you sure there’s nothing else?” Kenneth asked.

The sound of shattering glass cut through the private lounge, silencing the laughter and noise instantly. Embarrassed, Lewis Carter, the man who had demanded a kiss sneered darkly. "Ethan Graves, what’s this? You get a kiss, but I don’t? What, is Victoria your wife or something?" Victoria Hale glanced at Ethan with pleading, pitiful eyes. The air grew so tense that everyone seemed to hold their breath. After all, everyone knew that Ethan Graves was long since married and famously henpecked.