Grace's dream was a career in the fashion industry. But while she's finally pursuing that dream, her personal life remains a nightmare. Will she be able to escape an abusive relationship? And will she be able to find happiness and maybe true love?
When I get back to the office everyone is staring at me.
"Hi!", I tell them with another wave. It seems to be the day of waving.
"Where are you going, miss?", I hear Bella say.
"To make myself a cuppa. Why?"
"Because you need to tell us everything", says Ingrid.
"Yes!", adds Tom.
"Everything about what?", I ask, stalling for time because I know what's coming.
"This man!", says Amber, holding her iPad so we can all see a shirtless photo of Rúben.
I shake my head. "Is that all you've done while I was away? Look at pictures of him?"
"Not all of us get to see him in the flesh", whines Bella. "Oh my God, did you touch him?"
"Did I what?"
"Touch him. Tell me you did".
"Bella, I was interviewing him. I touched his hand to shake it when I introduced myself to him and that was that. I can't grope the people I interview".
"Was his handshake as strong as I imagine it to be?", asks Amber.
"I guess...".
"Imagine those strong arms holding you...I'm going to faint".
While they keep on thirsting for Rúben, which I can't really blame them for, I move to make my tea.
"How was it?", asks Andy, startling me and almost making me drop the kettle.
"God, you scared me!"
"Sorry", he chuckles. "So, how was the interview? Was he one of the players you like?"
"I don't really like any players. Or teams. I just like watching the matches".
"Whatever. Was it good?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? I interview people often and you don't care this much", something is weird.
"Ok, you got me. I saw the photos everyone was looking at and I want to know if he's as hot in person. Sue me!"
I have to laugh at him.
"Do you want to know a secret?", I whisper, pretending to be about to tell him a big secret no one knows about.
"What?", he asks, leaning down to hear me better.
"He's even hotter in person".
"Oh lord! Tell me you got his phone number".
"Andy. Of course I didn't".
"Then I don't want to be your friend anymore", he says, leaving dramatically.
Before leaving to go home, I check my Instagram stories. I don't obsess over who looks at them but I've seen Abel's name there a few times since we broke up and I'm debating whether I should block him or not. Though I guess he could use his friends' accounts to stalk me anyways so there is no point in doing that.
But looking at the list of names I don't see Abel's. I see Rúben's.
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