Chapter 4
Then she DMed me.
“Sweetie, I’m guessing he told you I was a saleswoman.”
Something snapped.
“I’m telling you one more time. I don’t need your so-called test. Stay away from me and my boyfriend—for your own sake.”
She replied, totally unbothered.
“Every woman reacts like this at first. That’s okay. I believe you’ll thank me eventually.”
“I’m done. I’ll say this once. Messing with someone else’s relationship, no matter what excuse you use, makes you a homewrecker. Full stop.”
She sent back a little sigh.
“Okay. I’ll keep testing him a little longer.”
Then she went quiet.
I wanted to throw my phone across the room.
I looked up.
Aaron was reading something on his phone.
“Hey, Summer. Things just got busy. I gotta head out.”
He left in a hurry.
I watched from the window as he got into his car.
A woman slid into the passenger seat.
He blocked most of her from view.
But I could see the fitted black dress.
I sat there for a long time before remembering I had to go back to work.
When I got back to the office, the unfinished proposal I’d assigned that morning was still sitting untouched on a desk.
I snapped.
“What is going on with this proposal? I gave this out this morning.”
My team went quiet.
In the corner, a new intern was on her phone, laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
She turned her screen toward me.
The relationship tester’s post was already trending.
“Ms. Reynolds, you’re getting dragged all over the internet and you’re coming in here to lecture us?”
Others piled on.
Then my manager walked in, took one look at the unfinished work, and unloaded on me.
“Summer Reynolds, your personal mess is affecting this company’s image. Fix it within a week—or you’re out.”
By the time I got home that night, I was running on empty.
The house was dark.
On the kitchen table was a note from Aaron.
“Summer, something came up. Take care of yourself. I’ll bring you back a gift.”
I called him.
Straight to voicemail.
Texted him on Snapchat.
Nothing.
I sat on the couch, stared at the ceiling, and eventually opened social media again.