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?"

of jealousy flashed in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared soon

arms. Fine. Two can play the game. She eyed the girl up and

humiliated. She wanted to fight back, but she knew she didn't exactly have the perfect body. Defeated, she muttered, "At least I'm

enough to form a cleavage." She had seen too many girls in her industry pulling this stunt. The girl was calling her a whore, but

her chest immediately. Now, she felt angry on top of being humiliated. "It popped open by accident. I'm not like you." Dang, she's sharp, the girl cursed

enough for any button to pop open by

ran into the firm and closed the door. Then, she looked at Yelena smugly. So

he was on a call, she froze. He's not just on a call. He blocked my

Hank had changed his profile picture. She texted him, and to her delight,

she texted again, 'You there?' Just then, she was told she couldn't reply to

of options. I can't call him. Can't text him. And this b*tch won't let me in. How could he do this

the way she treated Hank, and she shoved her stupid thoughts away. He didn't even yell at me when I yelled at him. I can't just give up now. She mustered up her courage and came to

at her but said

"Open up."

out all voices, but the receptionist still got the