Fake Slackers 소설 & 이야기

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

which is both creepy and audacious. I delete the app in an instant. Problem solved. Except the problem isn't solved because now people are actively trying to talk to me. “Oh my god, hi!” A blonde she-wolf I've never seen before practically materializes in front of me. “I'm Chelsea. We're in Pack Dynamics together? I just wanted to say congratulations!” I blink at her, surprised. “We've literally never spoken.” “I know! Isn't that crazy?” She doesn't seem to register the hostility in my tone. “We should probably study together sometime. I'm having so much trouble with the hierarchy stuff and I bet you know everything now that you're with Zane.”

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

Less than ten minutes after the liability agreement was signed, the company Slack blew up. Cassie had just dropped ten $200 Venmo requests in the group chat. "Thanks for believing in me, everyone! This Black Friday, we're about to take off!" The energy in the chat ignited instantly. "Cassie is the real deal, that's the kind of vision that gets things done!" "Unlike some managers who just pinch pennies and never take a single risk." I read through the thinly veiled jabs at me on my screen, took a sip of my sparkling water, and didn't react.

emoji. She then @everyone in the group, “Everyone, that guy’s info is fake too. I have a friend at Semiconductor Technology, and there’s no one named Sadler working there. I didn’t check thoroughly, so I’m partly responsible. From now on, I’ll verify the information before bringing anyone into the group.” E: Got it. B: Got it. D: Ms. Hall, we can lower the income requirement a bit. As long as he’s family-oriented, I’m okay with the man managing the house while I work.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

“She followed us on her own. That has nothing to do with me!” On the bed, Helena let out a soft sob. She tugged lightly at Luca’s sleeve. “Luca, forget it. Maybe Eva just doesn’t remember. I don’t blame her. Don’t force her…” “Doesn’t remember?” Luca laughed coldly, his gaze dropping to my knees. “She’s just pretending.” The moment the words fell, pain exploded through my legs. He kicked the back of my knees hard. There was a sharp crack. My legs buckled, and I crashed to the floor, kneeling on the cold tiles.

People smiling, waving, and now asking to be my friends. Indeed walls have ears. I wasn't expecting people to know that Zara and I are related already. And I don't need friends, especially not ones who want to be my friends because I'm the daughter of the leader of the Silverblade Knights. "Uhh—I'm sorry. I don't do well with friends." "You could learn. And there's already a vacant spot." Vicky winked. "It's cool your nerdy friend is out of the picture. We could take his place. And that sneaky bastard called Josh. We heard what he did to you."

There was clear dissatisfaction and disdain in her eyes. Just when I thought this one-sided matchmaking session was about to fall apart, Yuvan's mocking thoughts suddenly rang in my ears. 'Benjamin is the 99th marriage candidate Kayla's looked at, and he's the ugliest one so far. If she picks him, my chances will be much better. No matter whether it's looks or talent, I'm miles ahead of him. He's just a spoiled rich kid living off his family. That's exactly the type Kayla hates. Once they're married, she won't even spare him a glance.'

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.