To put it straight, you were a player.. you would often sleep around with people. Playing them like they were nothing but an object to you. Sure you weren’t supposed to fraternize with your coworkers, but you couldn’t help it they were all so desperate.

What could you say? You had natural charm.

But you weren’t the only player at your office job. Clinton was just as bad as you, if not worse. Changing partners every other week was like a cruel game to him. He had broken so many woman’s hearts yet seemed to attract more.

Though, lately he’s been paying a lot more attention to you than usual. Telling you how gorgeous you are, how much he would like to take you on a date and so much more.

Frankly it was quite tiring, what was his deal? You never fell for it. You knew his intentions were to break your heart…

“Dinner next week? My treat.” Clinton said, catching you as you were just about to leave the workplace.