I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 312 Are You Baiting Me

What Abigail found even more ludicrous was the fanfiction the netizens posted featuring her and

Sean…

Some of the stories were pretty R-rated. Abigail blushed while reading them.

“Is it too warm in here, Abigail? Why are your cheeks so red?” Abigail’s assistant asked while bringing some documents over.

“It’s pretty warm,” Abigail answered with fake composure. However, she hastily tapped her mouse a couple of times and minimized her Twitter tab.

Her assistant came over and placed the documents beside her. “Shall I lower the temperature?”

“It’s fine. Just get me a bottle of cold water, please.” The steamy scenes in the fanfiction Abigail saw made her throat a little dry.

It didn’t seem appropriate to be reading such things in broad daylight..

While her assistant left to get some water for her, she quickly closed the tab and forgot about. what she had read-focusing on her design work instead.

Just as Abigail started feeling dizzy from focusing on one thing for too long, her phone began buzzing.

She checked her phone and saw the notifications from Luna. Since they were only Twitter notifications, she didn’t respond to them.

Less than a minute later, Luna called.

Abigail sighed exasperatedly. Isn’t she away on a business trip? Why does she have so much time on her

hands now?

She took the call, but before she could say anything, Luna shrieked, “You were reading smut on Twitter during your working hours?”

did you know?” Abigail felt sheepish-as

The screenshots your

felt like she had been struck by lightning. After blanking out for some time, she said, “I didn’t

actually read it? Luna sounded

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didn’t like the tweet!” Abigail felt. awkward. It was as if the entire

couldn’t stay on Earth anymore. She had to pack her bags and move to a different

how to help you. with that though. Of all the things you could’ve liked, why was it a smutty fanfiction with Sean?!” Luna sounded

the bottle and took several gulps of water to calm herself down. “Do

snorted. “Too late, my dear. Everyone knows that Alana liked

“I’m getting off work now. I won’t be heading into the

Luna couldn’t say anything else about the

awkward Abigail was feeling. The awkwardness could fill

Abigail gathered her

be coming into the office the next few days,” Abigail said while passing by her assistant’s desk. Then, she walked

difference if I unlike

Abigail’s first time experiencing a crisis like this. Her mind was

assistant looked up from her computer and

most eager shippers,

Abigail’s just being stubborn.

flee her office. Once she

She felt mortified.

about to drive

more like a coward. She didn’t want

took a deep breath and

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is it?”

want to release a clarification?”

immediately knew what