Charlene
I'm on my way to work, but I'm in a really bad mood. The little scene from a few nights ago with those damn cousins makes me furious every time I think about it. I received two bouquets of flowers at home. Almost identical. I can't face my parents to explain it.
I don't know what those Americans think they are. What do they think—they can come to my country and do whatever they want? If it were up to me, I'd kick them back to their own country. It was a stupid idea to go to that i***t's bar. If I had stayed at Aaron's house, none of this would have happened.
"Miss," my assistant says as I arrive at my floor. She stands up, and I notice a strange look on her face.
"Hello, good morning. Is something wrong?" I ask, and she nods. Oh no! This has to be about Arnie. He likes to come
