Kendra can't stand Wade. The feeling is mutual. Until someone changes the rules.
This has been an epic trashy week. I’m studying to write the bar exam, and my best friend is getting married soon. As much as I hate it, my friends and I take her out for a bachelorette party. There’s a live band playing, and the lead singer just drips cocky attitude. The guy literally crashes into me in the bathroom hallway and he acts like it’s my fault. With his rudeness and course language, it takes everything in me not to clock him the way that my father taught me when I was a little girl. And then, when I don’t think that my week could get any worse, he shows up at the law firm the next day…and he’s my new client.
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What a horrible night. Normally, every chick in this place gives me bedroom eyes, but this one redhead, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. She’s like a disgruntled librarian with a bun in her hair so tight it’s like a facelift. We all but duke it out after she ploughs into me. Then this other chick shows up later, none-too-pleased, claiming that I fathered her unborn child! I should wear a sign that says, ‘Newsflash: I’m the only Ford kid that doesn’t have an inheritance, so back off!’. That should do it. But the message never gets across. I mean, what can you take away from a man to hurt him, when he already has nothing? Truth is, there’s plenty, especially after tonight…
This has been an epic trashy week. I’m studying to write the bar exam, and my best friend is getting married soon. As much as I hate it, my friends and I take her out for a bachelorette party. There’s a live band playing, and the lead singer just drips cocky attitude. The guy literally crashes into me in the bathroom hallway and he acts like it’s my fault. With his rudeness and course language, it takes everything in me not to clock him the way that my father taught me when I was a little girl. And then, when I don’t think that my week could get any worse, he shows up at the law firm the next day…and he’s my new client.
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What a horrible night. Normally, every chick in this place gives me bedroom eyes, but this one redhead, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. She’s like a disgruntled librarian with a bun in her hair so tight it’s like a facelift. We all but duke it out after she ploughs into me. Then this other chick shows up later, none-too-pleased, claiming that I fathered her unborn child! I should wear a sign that says, ‘Newsflash: I’m the only Ford kid that doesn’t have an inheritance, so back off!’. That should do it. But the message never gets across. I mean, what can you take away from a man to hurt him, when he already has nothing? Truth is, there’s plenty, especially after tonight…
