A mistress confronting her successor—I felt like I was in a daytime drama,

and all I could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Just as my laughter faded, a muffled snicker echoed from behind me. I spun

around, my heart skipping a beat, only to meet the gaze of a man with a

naughty smile and a leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. “Mrs.

Ferguson’s taste in drama is… unique,” he remarked, with a hint of mischief in

his eyes.

Caught eavesdropping, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. “Aren’t

you doing the same?” I retorted.

The man smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Well, you have now.” Our banter was cut short as I scrutinized him. “And you

do

straightened up, shedding his carefree demeanor

nod,

again.”

walked away, only to

her ponytail. “Dorothy, with your

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from the sideline, maybe try not being

with

in anger. “What do you mean,

term from you again, I’m sending you back

her go, casting

at me as if he was about to reveal

smirked, “That’s why you’re called

rundown

was, dressed down and fitting

Gladys’ 80th birthday bash.

then, my phone

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