The Intern Who Stole My Fiancee
During the Labor Day team retreat, I had booked out the entire top floor of the Grand Summit Hotel. Yet, when my fiancee, Serena Wagner, found out, she was enraged.
"Matthew Grant, are you out of your mind? Spending over 800,000 dollars to rent a place for one day? Since you're so rich and have nowhere else to splurge, just let me help you spend it!"
Then, she called over our intern, Dylan Foster. She pointed at him and started yelling at me. "He only makes 6000 a month as an intern. Why don't you give him this money instead?"
I looked at my colleagues standing nearby, their faces clearly uncomfortable.
I replied calmly, "His salary isn't low compared to industry standards. Besides, the team-building budget belongs to everyone. Why should I give it all to him?"
However, the moment those words left my mouth, Serena exploded. "I'm your finance director and your future wife! Of course, I get to control where your money goes. If you don't agree, then let's call off the engagement!"
With that, she stormed off with Dylan.
I silently picked up a bottle from the floor and poured myself three glasses.
The first glass was for her, for being with me through the first half of my life.
The second glass was for me, for having a clear conscience in this relationship.
The third glass was for both of us. I wished us well as we parted ways and moved on with our separate lives.