William Johnson
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"Come to me. If no company wants you, enter my legal team. I already had a position ready for you." Rocco smiled at Conrad's offer, facing him ever so slowly. "Why? Do you pity me?" "No. Never." Conrad's expression was plain like always, holding Rocco's gaze. "I am offering this job to you because I recognize your skill, capabilities, talent, and your dedication to your work." "That's nice, man. You make me tear up," Rocco humored, but Conrad maintained his seriousness. "Rocco," called Conrad, watching…-
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"What?" Rocco stood motionless in front of his boss's desk, eyes blank. What his boss said sounded like a clap of thunder, deafening him for a moment. "I said, vacate your desk today, Rocco." The man sitting behind the desk repeated languidly, letting out a deep sigh. "You crossed a person you shouldn't and as much as I hate to let such a bright person like you go, I can't let everyone in the firm have a hard time." "They left me with no choice," the man continued with a grim expression. "I'm sorry for…
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Meanwhile… "I'm sorry…" "For what?" Rocco clicked his tongue as he put ointment on her bruised wrist. "Don't apologize for things that weren't your fault. The person who should apologize is that brat — tch!" "I destroyed your friendship." Stella's eyes swirled with sadness as she kept her eyes on her wrist. "I could've cleared up the misunderstanding, but I didn't." Rocco paused, sighing, looking back at her. He wanted to tell her it was fine, but honestly, Maynard and Stella were both his…
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That same night, Maynard dragged himself to a high-end nightclub to drink his sorrow away. Flashy as always, he rented the entire place all for himself. Maynard was sitting on the bar counter pouring himself some whiskey when someone sat down on the stool beside him. Conrad glanced at the empty bottles on the counter and then shifted his eyes to Maynard. "You came," Maynard spoke, putting down the bottle near Conrad's. "I drank a little bit. So, I can't pour you some." Conrad kept his stern expression…
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"I'll make sure you will never forget me again, no matter how you try, Stella." Stella's eyes shook as fear dominated her face under Maynard's gaze and threats. The words he had spewed and that look in his eyes, that wasn't the man she loved. This man… Stella couldn't recognize him anymore. There was never a time Stella would ever think Maynard would have this look in his eyes that sought to hurt her. Even when they had nothing, even when they were struggling, the two of them tried their best to…
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Stella didn't have a good day as she finally got a spot for an interview. But alas, instead of a proper interview, all she had to hear was people belittling her because of the baseless rumors from her previous company without even looking at her credentials. She only called Rocco to tell him about the groceries, because when she arrived home, there were already there. She was already prepared to fake her smile and tell him that the interview went well, but Rocco didn't even ask. Instead, he just made her…
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Rocco wasn't lying when he said he rarely goes back to his apartment. It had been a month since Stella came in his place, and he only went home at least five times throughout the entire month. Sometimes, he wouldn't even sleep there. Instead, Rocco would just come with groceries and slipped some cash inside. The first time he did it, Stella had to wait for him to come again to return the money. She still had a bit of her savings, which she used to find a job that could help a bit in the apartment or at…
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The moment Maynard returned to his family, the Quinn family had shouldered all Stella's parents' medical needs. They also cleared their debts and let them off. Stella thought things went back to 'normal'. It was just that she had to get used to life without him, the man she thought she would live with for the rest of her life. However, just two weeks after the breakup, her mother perished. And as if life was having fun screwing her life, her father passed just a month later. Not just that, there was this…
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Silence slowly followed as Rocco chugged the can of beer while Stella was eating silently. As he was on his second can, his eyes slid to the woman across from her. The memory he had of Stella was of an ambitious girl with a genuine heart. She was a woman full of pride, just like him, and did everything she had done with all her heart. Back then, Rocco was certain whatever career or path Stella would take, she would excel and make a name for herself. Her energy was like that, and one would surely see her…
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Knock knock! "Huh? Who could be knocking at this time?" Rocco rubbed his weary eyes as he dragged his body out of the bed. His apartment was small despite securing a spot in public service, hence, just one knock and he could hear it from his bedroom. As he dragged his feet toward the main door, the knocking grew louder and more aggressive. "Aish… okay! Okay! I'm coming," he said, annoyed. "God dam. Just what time is it?" Rocco peeked from his one eye as he walked past the wall clock in the small…
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