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My first two weeks at the plant are bearable due to my supervisor and the extended breaks he grants me. Still, I hear the whispers of a few as I walk by, and there’s no mistaking the sneer of a group of women who more than likely hate me for my last name.
“You’re unbelievable,” I grumble. This man is absolutely nothing like I expected, and yet I can’t get over what comes out of his mouth or the fact that I know he means and believes what he says. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so confident in their skin, so sure of their place.
That whole monologue by him was so pretentious 🙄 smashes her brand new Apple Watch because he doesn’t want her to be a slave to time then rants about social media and talks about dying is the only way to get over the fear of dying. This is why the FMC has to be 18 if she was in her late 20s to 30s she would not be impressed and clock him so fast
“The point is you didn’t need me. You just thought you did, and I wanted you to realize that. Instead, you left my bed and decided to punish me for not handling your business.” “My business?” I gawk. “You have some nerve.” He refuses to give me space and grips me tighter. “I call it faith. You are a lot stronger than you think you are, and I wanted you to see that.”
The coolness in his voice stops my retreat. “You’re being awfully fucking flippant about something that means a great deal to me and to Dom. This point, in particular, has been explained to you over and over in painstaking detail. And if you think I’m so fucking crazy, if you refuse so much to believe in what I do, why the hell are you sticking around?”
“It’s just . . . I spent half a damn day cooking for you. The least you could do was give me a real apology.” “Oh yeah, this is about the dinner I missed, right?” He spins, jerking open the fridge, and grabs his plate. He rips off the foil and snatches a fork from the drawer before shoveling barbecue into his mouth. “It’s delicious, you happy?”

