The Spurned Billionaire's Proposal

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ure muscle memory, shutting it up. Just like every other morning, I hear the finishing end of the mutters and the curses of m

if on a mission and my brain

slamming the pil

robs behind my eyes getting worse by the second and I

ely release the pillow. Everywhere hur

ery time and every time I go back. I an similar to Allison in that aspect. I get

y table and rifle through them until

agger my way to gra

ank until we couldn't see two feet in front of us. I wonder how we made it out of the restaurant. I vaguely remembe

again today at the restaurant and that leaves me the morning to find a part-time job. I know a shop that's always short on salesmen s

n my mind no matter where I go in the room. I am aware of the pressing nature of those harmless papers. Unless if

m a notification. I back-pedal and grab it from the folds of my bedspread. I thumb it open; a spam message

om Tech and Savvy. I can already see the beginning of the message, "sorry you are not good enough" basically. I click on it and read through the familiar words.

link several times to make sure

fuck?" I

Tech and Savvy. Blood pumps through my veins in high speed a

d that they found me suitable for another job in the comp

e eyes. I have less than an hour! It is literal

now someone's going to shout "cut" and tell me to return to the routine of my pathetic life but my body is already in motion.

shove my hair into a shower cap and step underneath it. I have never taken a shower this fast before. I brush my teeth and quickly and I am sure I brea

the shirt lands on the bed. Out comes the underwear. I wiggle into my panties and my bra and then up goes the trouser and I am shoving my feet into legs. I finish dressing up, release my hair and simultaneously scrape it up into a high ponyta

ay and then