"Talia, why aren't you replying to my messages?!"
"Do you have any idea how important this is? I need to talk to you!"
"Reply immediately—over, over!"
Seeing the nonstop notification alerts on her phone screen, Talia frowned, then flicked the phone aside with her delicate toes.
That old geezer—an evil capitalist through and through!
I just got dumped, and you're already calling me back to work. Completely inhuman!
Talia grabbed a tissue and blew her nose loudly.
Her eyes were red, as if she'd just had a good cry.
That's right—Miss Talia had been dumped again. Her "ex-boyfriend reserve stockpile" had just gained yet another overconfident idiot who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
Five minutes later…
Talia happily finished an ice cream, and the smile returned to her face.
Men? Who cares. Ice cream is my one true love!
Thinking that, she finally picked up her phone and, unhurriedly, pressed the answer button.
