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?"

it disappeared soon after.

girl up and down, saying, "What's your problem with my attire, anyway? I

but she knew she didn't exactly have the perfect body. Defeated,

you can attract anyone with that chest of yours. It's not even big enough to form a cleavage." She had seen too

on top of being humiliated. "It popped open by accident. I'm not like you." Dang, she's

big enough for any button to

girl ran into the firm and closed the door. Then, she looked at Yelena smugly. So what if you won

told he was on a call, she froze. He's

her Messenger and noticed that Hank had changed his profile picture. She texted him, and

Just then, she was

text him. And this b*tch

some reason, but then she was reminded of 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

at

"Open up."

all voices, but the receptionist still got the message. "No,"