It was another dia without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What you want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do you want from me?" I moaned "I got something for you , babe." He said as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did you get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in cama drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have you brought for me?" I asked as Danny smiled at me "A job!" He said enthusiastic about it "Why? We're not together." I asked as he looked at me with those poisonous eyes of his "You've always wanted to be a journalist. So , I got you a job at New York Times newspaper as a journalist. Isn't that great?" Danny said as my face lit up with a smile. I've always wanted to be a journalist. I quickly got up to take a shower. I kissed Danny on the cheek "Thank You." I whispered. During my chuveiro , Danny was at the door "I'm in here." I said but he barged in there anyway "You know I miss you so much." Danny whispered as I put on a towel and stepped out of the shower. I walked past him "That's nice to know." I sarcastically commented "You don't feel the same way?" He worried. I closedtthe door while he rambled on and on about how it used to be when we were together "Danny , I broke up with you because I thought you were to snooty and selfish. I'm not sorry for that. Now I have a man who is ten times better than you. In size and personality." I explained. I took Michael's truck keys and drove to the building. I walked in and saw a man waiting , I shook his hand "You must be The Great Nesha Reed. Danny's said a whole lot about you." He said as I blushed. We walked in the building and it was the busiest place I've seen. People and printers working to the death. composição literária stories and filing them out.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. composição literária stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few perguntas and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do you have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I said while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can you tell if I got the job or not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. You start tomorrow." He said , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped por a Greek restaurant to get a giroscópio and fries. I sat down seguinte to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid you not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys beijar their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand or either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes you feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice said as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this assento taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I said as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are you in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I said as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I'm Asad. You are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in amor with.....No! I can't be falling in amor with him. I was already in amor with Michael.
.........But then again.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. composição literária stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few perguntas and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do you have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I said while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can you tell if I got the job or not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. You start tomorrow." He said , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped por a Greek restaurant to get a giroscópio and fries. I sat down seguinte to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid you not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys beijar their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand or either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes you feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice said as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this assento taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I said as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are you in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I said as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I'm Asad. You are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in amor with.....No! I can't be falling in amor with him. I was already in amor with Michael.
.........But then again.
" Oh Michael! It's so beautiful."
He smiled. " So, will you marry me?"
I looked at the ring. It was a 250 carat gold ring with diamond crusted all around it. " Fancy" was engraved on the ring. It was so magical. I looked into his eyes and said " Yes."
Michael looked up at me. " Say what now?"
I nodded rapidly. " Yes Michael! Yes!"
Everyone cheered except Joe. " What?!?! Michael can't be marrying that girl!" Joe screamed.
Michael frowned. " Joseph, I amor Fancy. She is my life. And if you can't except that, then you're not invited to the wedding!
I felt a tear gently slide down my face. Everyone was feeling sorry for me. " See, now you have Fancy crying!" LaToya scolded. Fancy, Janet and LaToya went to the wedding vestido comprar to comprar for gowns and dresses.
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