β Scribed by Rachel Van Dyken
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
The first day she was sitting by herself β I felt sorry for her. After all, it couldnβt be easy wrangling all the testosterone at Wingmen Inc as one of the only female office managers. The second day she literally counted her carrots during break β she had seven by the way, right along with seven sips of her drink in between taking seven tiny little bites of the first carrot. Now Iβm not one to brag, or maybe I am, but math and science fascinate me, so do problems. And this woman screamed puzzle from the way she ducked her head every time anyone looked at her, to the way she counted food and tapped the table when she didnβt think anyone was watching. Iβd like to think I took pity on her that day when, in fact, she was the one that took pity on me and asked if I needed a friend. She assumed I had a learning disability since Iβd been staring so damn hard. Things would have ended there, except, my bosses need someone to test the new Wingmen App and since I was the only single guy on the floor β I was nominated, right along with the only single woman, the same one who thinks I need to use my fingers to count. Apparently rumors of my sexcapades throughout college reached even her ears, because she wants nothing to do with me, which makes beta testing a bitch. I have thirty days to win her over and prove myself to my bosses. One thingβs for certain, Iβm going to have to buy a hell of a lot of carrots.
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