Love's Perfect Match

Looking at the beautiful yet unfamiliar face, the girl couldn't help but feel hostile toward Yelena. The arrogant girl asked, "Who are you? Don't you know this is not a place where you can come and go as you please?"

"I'm a friend." We've broken up, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to call myself his girlfriend.

"Friend?" The girl looked at Yelena closely and clicked her tongue. "Mr. Damazio can't possibly be friends with people like you."

"What do you mean people like me? Do you have a problem with me? And why can't he be friends with me?" Yelena was furious at the girl's rudeness.

The girl scoffed. "Look at you. You're dressed up like a whore. Mr. Damazio is an elegant man. He wouldn't be friends with a whore."

Yelena laughed mirthlessly. "I guess you're new here, then. You must not know me."

The girl raised her head. "That might be true, but I know him well. There's no way a woman like you can be friends with Mr. Damazio." The girl thought Yelena only came here to hound Hank or annoy him. I can't and won't let her in.

"In that case, do you know I'm his ex?"

flashed in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared soon after. "I don't. So, you're his

play the game. She eyed the girl up and down, saying, "What's your problem with my attire, anyway? I

wanted to fight back, but she knew she didn't exactly have the perfect body.

Then, why did you unbutton your chest button? Not like you can attract anyone with that chest of yours. It's not even big enough to form a cleavage." She had seen too many girls

covered her chest immediately. Now, she felt angry on top of being humiliated. "It popped open

not big enough for any button to pop open

came out as the victor. Fresh out of the argument, the girl ran into the firm and closed the door. Then, she looked at Yelena smugly. So

a bit annoyed and exasperated. She tried calling Hank, but when she was told he was on a call,

had changed his profile

she received no response even a few minutes later. So, she texted again, 'You there?' Just then, she was told she couldn't reply to the conversation. He blocked me

I can't call him. Can't text him. And this b*tch won't let me in.

way she treated Hank, and she shoved her stupid thoughts away. He didn't even yell at me when I yelled at him. I

receptionist glanced at

"Open up."

door blocked out all voices, but the receptionist still got the message. "No," she