Chapter 8

Marga’s Point Of View

I boringly open the front door to see Suzy gigging at me.

“What’s with the face, Marga? At least they know you and I are friends, and in fact, I did that so they won’t pressure you to work too much; they’ll be ashamed to let you overwork because you’re my friend, and they are my friends too,” she smiled, and I sighed.

“You don’t understand, Suzy. My point is I don’t want Marco to know or even confirm that I’m the girl he slept with.”

“Why not?” she asked with her hands on her waist.

“I just don’t want him to look at me nor anyone else as a girl who sleeps around, because I wasn’t.” I sighed once again, “And it’s very awkward Suzy; I bring papers to his office from time to time. What face can I show him? I am so embarrassed. I shouldn’t have drunk alcohol that night, “I am disappointed with myself.

“Okay, I understand you now. I’m sorry it happened, Marga, I didn’t realize it can be awkward with you at work,” she said.

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