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 after. "I don't. So, you're his

What's with the 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,

fight back, but she knew she didn't exactly have the perfect body. Defeated, she muttered, "At least

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 in her industry pulling this stunt. The girl was calling her a whore, but the girl was

being humiliated. "It popped open by accident. I'm not like you."

if. You're not big enough for any

victor. Fresh out of the argument, the girl ran into the firm and closed the door. Then, she looked at Yelena smugly. So what if you won the argument? You still can't come

but when she was told he was on a call, she froze.

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

there?' Just then, she was told she couldn't reply to the conversation. He blocked me on

Can't text him. And this b*tch won't let me in. How

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

glanced at her but

"Open up."

blocked out all voices, but the receptionist still got the message.