Strange Addiction

obably figured out now, my means of transportation is my own two feet. I don’

wasn’t my friend, we would’ve screwed up

n why Quinn graced me with her

ting.” I stated

at’s the diff, the famil

e me? Cause if you do, I’m going to call a cab so you could go to your fiancé and maybe continue planning you

She w

h your request. I apologized,

ched his face!

ive this walk.” I pointed at her four inched high heels which managed to make

y. “Fine. Remember

o his mouth.

late tomorrow.” She said before unwrapping her arms from me. “Don’

. “We’l

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ules, suppliers and other details both minor and major. This will be an international event, attracting investors and clients globally as one of its purposes. I found out that this

nts, weddings, elite parties, advertising campaigns. I was always hands on on everything. If the CEO and I hadn’t had a beef with each other, I think this project would’ve m

reputable company. We made a lot of big and successful projects, yes. But I think this guy is too much of a jerk,

out to us. It was also easier for him to monitor us. He had also chosen a team from one of his emp

me other errands I needed them to do. The asshole only gave us only four months. Events like this take a year to plan. He was fucking

nconcerned and had nothing to do. And whenever I saw his

the world. Her name was Emma. We were talking about her hobbies, her life, her little sidelines wh

mmediately sat upright and continued typing to her computer with a

e though but it seemed to get darker and darker whenever he saw me. I’m glad that I affect him so much. I’m imp

ogether, mouth in a firm line. “Is this what you’re doing

k. He grunted, annoyed at my sub

. I thought as I shook my head

s his office and perhaps prepare for an intense argument. As s

taking this work seriously.” He leaned agai

espite leaning to his desk, he was still taller than me. I probably reached his chin right now a

y eyes.

s much as I despise your presence here, Quinn vouched for

s my a

apart from him, I slammed the folder agains

the catering management. I knew how you trust your employees so much so instead of randomly giving me people who I can work with, I asked them one by one

one of them. And Emma apparently was a designer. Despite her typing job here. She was also very talented and she showed me a few of her works. From flowers, to interio

s, not stones. Turns out