Serena Vale
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I struggled to focus on work that morning, but thankfully, I didn’t have anything to do in the first place.
I was done with the pitch and I’d handed it to Rebecca as she’d be the one presenting it in the joint meeting with credits given to me.
I spent most of the time playing games on my computer and even then, I could barely focus on the said games.
Around eleven, my phone buzzed.
[Mr. Moretti: Does seven tonight work for you?]
[Me: yes]
I responded before I could even think much about it. We did need to talk because we couldn’t keep going back and forth with each other. Even if we decided to keep hooking up with expectations, we needed to discuss it. I needed him to stop contacting me for non-work-related discussions through my direct superior. That was the easi
