Winning My Ex-Crush

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24 years old; thus, your time as a runway model

n in the mirror. When I heard that, my heart seeth

e morning fitting schedule, we can start looking

t on my black knee-high boots. I could

serving as his model. Many of my successes as a model began at a young age, but

modeling for multiple Elle and Vogue magazine cov

nts are impressive enough to get acknowledgement from others. Esp

't be late." I packed my

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ill didn't want to live together. That major step never entered my mind. Tom's

he clock showed 8 p.m., but Tom didn't appear to have left his office yet. We agreed to

n the coffee shop ac

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han this. I had waited for an hour without any notice fr

of beer, Tom's favorite, that I had just bought from the nearest mini-market. I had a hunch

or of the building, while the other floors were already

ding wasn't as luxurious as others, but he worked like a horse. Once a

rived on the fifth floor, the office corridor was deserted and dark. There was no on

r that was covered with curtai

d on the door a

t that everything st

front of me. Tom jumped in panic, hastily adjusting his

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ew secretary, recruited just a month ago. She quickl

overing herself with that

?!" I snapped

or Tom! It was a birthday gift I gave him. And now, that

hel

Tom yelled, standing in fron

king!" I yelled back lo

d it hit his shoulder. The man's body bent to shield himself, but the next beer thro

op!" Tom roa

weak, and I could only tremble there. My breath was gas

ar for that man. He didn

ce! We're through!"

you bastard! I'm the one walking out of he

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thing to relieve this stress. From my experience, the hustle and bustle of the clu

urely scold me. I didn't need scolding or advice. R

as quite surprised when I saw someone I knew there. The man

er forget that face