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“Lucy, you’re so pathetic. Trying to act like a big shot by hiring a store employee to act as
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the manager. I never thought you were such a good actress.”
Billy was mocking me.
I glared at him. He actually sat there and waited for me to come out empty–handed, assuming I bought nothing.
I snorted, “Did you not know that they deliver?”
Of course, he wouldn’t know. How many luxury items has he bought in his lifetime?
“You’re so full of it. If you were so rich, why
would you be taking a cab?”
What’s wrong with this guy? Does having
money mean you can’t take a cab?
I’m seriously questioning my judgment. How
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I’m seriously questioning my judgment. How
could I have been attracted to such a loser?
I decided to ignore him. This only made Billy think he had gotten to me, so he started bragging.
“I’m warning you, stay away from me. Tiffany is
a real catch, not some low–class nobody like you. Just give up.”
I flagged down a cab. Before I got in, I turned to Billy and smiled sweetly.
“Enjoy your meal ticket, try not to choke on it.”
He wasn’t expecting such a sharp response. By
the time I had gotten in the cab, he was screaming in anger.
“Lucy, you’re just jealous!”
Jealous of what? I’m on top of the world,
fooling
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feeling amazing.
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I took out my phone, ready to delete every trace of that jerk from my life.
Then I saw a message from his mother: “Here’s the profile of the company Billy is starting at. We just want you to understand that a chicken can’t ever become a phoenix.”
When I opened the company profile, I nearly choked.
It was my dad’s company! The “top–tier” corporation that he’d been talking about was
the company my dad owned and that I had been dissing for years.
My dad had wanted me to take over after college. But I hated the corporate life.
I was going to let Billy be the manager so I
could chill out.
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Now it seemed like his mom was right: a
chicken can’t be a phoenix.
