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don't ignore me!" the same voice shouted over a number of disrespectful comments.
    My head shot up. What in the world was he doing in front of my workplace? I'd had enough of that idiot, and I definitely didn't have it in me to deal with his nonsense today.
    He was dressed in a plain tee and jeans. Waving his hands as he moved forward, he beamed at me, as if he was a welcome audience. Seeing him tempted me to once again cover my face and act as if he were another one of the paparazzi. I didn't want them catching my back-story. "What is it Damien?"
    "I really need to talk to you."
    I tapped my company card onto the sensor and slipped into the lift lobby. The stupid bastard dared to trespass and slipped in along with me.
    He grabbed my shoulder. The paparazzi were furiously clicking away at their cameras, taking as many pictures as they could, no doubt with the intention to splay them onto their magazine pages and web articles.
    "You're not allowed in here," I said, narrowing my eyes.
    He pursed his lips. "But I really need to talk to you. It's not about our relationship, I swear." He held up three fingers, and then crossed his heart.
    "Stop bothering me." I pressed the lift button. They were still on the fifteenth and twentieth floors. Too slow.
    "After this, I won't anymore. I swear. I just need you to lend me five thousand dollars. Kelly is in debt, and I need to bail her out. I told her not to gamble, so many times. But she didn't listen to me. The loan sharks are at her doorstep every day. She can't sleep in peace, and neither can I, knowing she's undergoing so much pressure..."
    As his rambling went on, all I could think was fuck off . This son-of-a-bitch honestly expected me to give—and I meant give, because he certainly wasn't going to return the money—him five thousand dollars after he slept with that slut, whom I now know as Kelly?
    My jaw hardened. I tapped my foot on the floor, aching for the elevator to arrive. "I don't have that kind of money."
    He laughed, "Sure you do, Scarlet. I know the twins are loading up your bank account."
    "They don't give me any of their money."
    "Then why sleep with them?"
    And now he's accusing me of being a hooker? I looked outside and saw Tyrone watching over me. I waved for him to come in.
    Damien grabbed my shoulders. "Please, Scarlet. It's been horrible for us, and you can help."
    I shoved his hands aside. I didn't want his filthy fingers on me. "I've never seen anyone as moronic as you are. Why the fuck did I even date you?"
    "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Tyrone said as he came in. He had a deep and gravelly voice.
    "Please show this man out of the building."
    "Yes, ma'am." He bowed his head.
    Damien pawed his hands to get closer to me. The elevator dinged as he was thrown out by my driver. I briefly glanced back to see his desperate look. "C'mon, Scarlet," he pleaded. "For fuck's sake." He tried to fight against Tyrone to get past him, but Damien never had much fight in him, so it wasn't difficult for Tyrone to escort him out.
    I heaved a sigh of relief. The media was bound to spin our encounter into another deceiving story, but I didn't care about them anymore. The elevator closed and chimed as it reached the floor I worked at.
    Today was going to be one hell of a day. I didn't have enough energy to battle with those incompetent colleagues of mine.
    ***
    Ryan and Riley were discussing something in the CEO's office. They politely asked me to leave when I propped my laptop next to them, readying to take notes. I tried not to take it personally, but I couldn't.
    Not surprisingly, I found it difficult to focus at work today. Helena seemed pretty happy about the lack of my harping, flitting away at her keyboard, probably playing some Facebook game. I myself was slacking, too. On my screen was a browser with multiple tabs opened up; each tab showcased the web page of some company I could potentially work for in the future.
    Maybe my time with the twins had run