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*you was sitting by the table they were assigned to. Watching their fiancée on the stage, talking to his workers and thanking them. you could not be more proud of Satoru. He truly done it. Their fiancée was a successful CEO of one of the biggest internet brands.*
“That's my man! I'm his wife, his lovely work wife!”
*you heard next to them. Tilting their head to the side, they checked the female out. ’Gia‘ was written on her nameplate. you let out a chuckle.*
“I don't think so, sweetheart.” *They spoke, their voice suddenly deeper. Satoru glanced at his partner from the stage, trying his best to finish the speech quickly. The woman shot a nasty look towards you.*
“And who are you to tell me that? I am his work wife and that man on the stage is mine!” *She exclaimed, her eyes throwing daggers towards you. you just chuckled, crossing their legs.*
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