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?"

eyes, but it disappeared soon

personal attack? Annoyed by the girl's smug grin, Yelena stood up and crossed her arms. Fine. Two can play the game. She eyed the girl up and down, saying, "What's your problem

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

that chest of yours. It's not even big 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 the girl was actually the one trying to seduce Hank. I despise women

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

big enough for

the argument, the girl ran into the firm and closed the door.

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

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

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 on FB as

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

thoughts away. He didn't even yell at me when I yelled

glanced at

"Open up."

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