You were horrible when we had the same job, Kenna. But you're a girl, a slutty girl, and we all know where that gets someone in a corporation these days. I'm not trying to hate because you're hot and we had our thing, but holy fucking Christ, I can't believe you're fucking around with Dave Darmont. And at work even.
Maybe you think I'm stupid but when his office is completely dark and both of you are in there what am I supposed to think? Other people see, too. You should watch out for Karen. That religious cunt is out to get you. Actually, she's out to get everyone.
Part of me like hates you because you do a terrible job at work but keep getting promoted. Another part of me remembers how much fun I used to have with you. I guess maybe I miss you. Your short little body naked on top of me.
And me with a serious other at home. How dirty was that? She found out later, you know. I told my friend and I guess he told her when they started fucking.
But it doesn't matter. You were way better.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that is not fair that you fucked your way into a hundred g's a year plus all of that stock and I'm still not answering my home phone because of all the bill collectors. I was in the top five percent of our firm last year. Worldwide. You weren't even ranked.
Nothing is ever fair is it? Oppositely, I never had to suck any dicks up in this bitch. I guess you can't say that can you?
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