"Monica!" Reese screamed at her.
Monica pretended not to hear.
Even after chasing Reese away, Monica did not feel much better.
Her head was hurting from being hungover. Now, her brain felt like it was about to explode.
She picked up the phone and called Michael.
"Hi Monica, it's rare for you to call me-"
"Let's break up." Monica ignored Michael's gentleness and spoke bluntly.
Michael was silent for a few seconds.
"Now that your career's going well, I don't think there's a need for us to continue this charade."
"Didn't you say three months? There's still a month left." Michael said softly.
"That's because I didn't expect you to be so capable. It only took such a short time for you to stabilize your career. I underestimated your abilities." Monica said, trying her best to appear calm.
"For the first time ever, I want to be in denial about my capabilities." Michael smiled bitterly.
Monica pursed her lips.
