Everyone knew there was this crazy chick
who was so obsessed with Danny that she
actually spiked his drink.
I sent him a ton of apologies and bought a
bunch of gifts for my sister to take to him.
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He finally replied a few days later.
“I’m not mad. It’s okay to just say how you
feel. You didn’t need to do that.”
But I was already on a train to Chicago when I
got that message.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry. But don’t worry, I
won’t force you to like me.”
After sending that, I snapped the SIM card in
half, switched to a new number I’d gotten
ahead of time.
Before I left, I told my sister she could text
me, but to not say anything about Danny.
I didn’t want to be the villain anymore.
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I wanted to leave the past behind for good.
I got hired full-time, which meant I’d made it,
barely, in the big city.
I thought I’d never see Danny again.
But then Danny got a sweet promotion to the
company I was working at.
The day we welcomed “Mr. Sinclair,” I was
frozen, watching him come in, and then
watching him go to the office.
Thank God he didn’t see me.
My coworkers were swooning, “Finally, a hot
boss who doesn’t have a beer belly!”
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Then they nudged me, “Girl, he’s totally your
type!”
I snapped out of it and nodded numbly,
“Yeah, he is.
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My supervisor smacked my head, “Don’t get
any ideas. Rumor has it some woman spiked
Mr. Sinclair’s drink, and he hates people who
play dirty.”
My heart clenched. All the most embarrassing
memories came flooding back, lashing me
over and over.
My coworkers whispered, “How could anyone
be so trashy!”
I wanted to dig a hole and hide.
