Noreen was in the middle of planning the next day's work. Graduation season was approaching, which meant the company's recruitment drive was about to kick into high gear, and there was a lot to do.
Still, she played along. "To get you this excited, it's got to be one of two things: either you won the lottery, or that jerk Seth went bankrupt."
Claire cackled. "Oh, it's so much better than Seth going bankrupt!"
Her tone piqued Noreen's curiosity. "Alright, spill it. Don't keep me in suspense."
"Seth got cheated on! Hahahahahahaha!"
After laughing until she was out of breath, Claire hung up. But then she thought, an event this momentous deserved to be shared. She opened WhatsApp, found Seth's number in her contacts, and sent him a friend request. She'd gotten his number from Sophia Cole back when Noreen was in the hospital, but he never answered. She had considered deleting it after they broke up but decided to keep it, sensing it might come in handy one day.
And now, it had.
Seth accepted the request surprisingly fast, without even asking who she was. Weren't powerful CEOs supposed to be harder to get ahold of? Whatever.
As soon as he accepted, Claire sent him a single, pointed sticker: a smiling clown. It felt incredibly appropriate.
A moment later, a question mark appeared from Seth.
Claire didn't reply. Instead, she went to her social media and posted a long string of twenty clown emojis. A few minutes later, a comment appeared from a contact saved as ‘Jerk Quigley.'
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Birds of a feather really do flock together. They even ask questions the same way. Pathetic. Men.
Miles away in Northcrest, Jerk Quigley let out a sudden sneeze.
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Since Claire was on a forced vacation, Noreen dragged her along to Rivercrest University to help with Winrich's recruitment drive.


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