this blow up without their PR team stepping in to shut it down immediately?
Once I had a full grasp of the situation, I quickly called Aaron.
The call didn’t go through–his line was busy.
Meanwhile, my phone was lighting up with notifications.
Nicolas might have blurred out my face and scrubbed my name from the posts, but anyone who worked under the same roof as me would recognize me in an instant.
A few of my coworkers had already sent worried messages, asking if I was okay.
I replied to each one, assuring them it was nothing to worry about and telling them not to stress over me.
Then, as I scrolled further, I noticed unread messages from Nicolas.
“Claire, you forced me to do this.”
“You and Aaron are way too close, and as a man, that’s not something I can forgive.”
“But I’m willing to forgive you. I even blurred your face because I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I still love you, so let go of this grudge and call me back.”
I stared at my screen, completely speechless. I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it,
Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.”
Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.
