Two weeks later, Rose couldn’t wait any longer. She prepared a fancy bento box, applied a “no-makeup” makeup look, put on the little white dress she wore on their first date, and, suppressing her coughs, went to Allendale Corp.
She was stopped by security. Her face was already on the corporate blacklist.
I had to admire her persistence and ingenuity. She sneaked into the parking garage, found Hunter’s Maybach from memory, and waited for hours to present her most tragically beautiful, pitifully ill self.
The good news: She did meet her beloved CEO.
The bad news: Hunter screamed in terror, nearly fainting.
The dim garage lights illuminated Rose’s deathly pale face and white dress. Frankly, it was no wonder Hunter and his bodyguards thought they’d seen a ghost. The screams of three grown men echoing through the garage triggered all the motion-sensor lights.
The visual impact was, undoubtedly, immense.
When Rose weakly called out, “Hunter…”, he finally recognized her. In a panic, Hunter shoved her to the ground.
“Rose, are you insane? I broke up with you three months ago! Why are you still here? You’re like a bad rash I can’t get rid of! I said never show your face again, or I’ll make you disappear!”
After his tirade, Hunter jumped into the passenger seat. Before his bodyguard could get in, he slammed the accelerator and sped off.
Rose cried, chasing the car, yelling, “Hunter! Without me, remember to eat on time! You have that stomach condition… it only gets better with my home-cooked meals! Hunter, when will you wake up?!”
The story warped as it spread, becoming a bizarre rumor about a ghost haunting the Allendale parking garage. Employees took to Reddit asking for exorcism tips. Scrolling through hundreds of replies, I finally burst out laughing.
Mid-laugh, Mom called. Rose had collapsed and was in the hospital.
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