CHAPTER FIFTY - EIGHT
Cherry plopped down at her desk, savoring each bite of her food. Anyone who saw her would notice just how much she relished her own cooking.
Suddenly, she paused mid-bite, lost in thought.
Her mind flickered back to something troubling, and she muttered to herself, "If it weren't for this curse that seems to be trailing me, who would munch on my phone and find a pin in the scrumptious meal I made?"
She pondered for a moment longer. "But why did it have to hit the CEO's wife? On her birthday, of all days?"
Another pause ensued as she stared blankly at the walls.
"Or wait—there's a solid chance it wasn't my curse; it could be hers. It was her birthday… that's it! She must have gotten a curse instead of a blessing on her special day…"
Cherry shook her head vigorously, snapping back to reality with a forehead slap.
