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I met my first love at a class reunion seven years after we broke up.    He had a successful career, was holding his girlfriend's hand, and had a huge expensive diamond ring on his hand.    Everyone taunted me:‘You dumped Conrad, now you regret it, don't you? It's too late!’    But after dinner, Conrad drunkenly hugged me and cried:‘If you want to get back together, you can do it anytime.’  1 A class reunion is always a battleground for gossip to converge.    Not to mention the former couples in attendance, with the most disparate statuses being Conrad and me.    Everyone was

Reunited with My First Love After Seven Years Apart

During the interview, the HR representative asked me suspiciously, "Do you have depression?"


"I've recovered. Here's a doctor's note," I replied.


In my previous job searches, I always stumbled at the background check stage.


Surprisingly, this small company was willing to accept me.


That evening, they sent me an offer letter.


I thought the class reunion would be the last time I'd cross paths with Conrad.


Unexpectedly, three days later, Conrad suddenly parachuted in as my new boss.


HR even moved me to sit right outside Conrad's office, directly facing him.


Of course, I objected. Without even looking up, Conrad coldly said, "Then submit your resignation. I'll approve it."


I laughed bitterly, "You want to fire me just because I disagree with changing seats?"


My opposition seemed to make him pause his pen.


He lowered his tone slightly, "I'm just giving you a choice. Or do you think I'm trying to take advantage of you?"


I remembered Sally last night, arguing fiercely over a small amount of rent.


Forcing a smile, I said, "You're too noble for that. I'm not afraid."


Conrad nodded, not saying anything more. "You can go now. Don't forget to close the door on your way out."Chair facing outward. Don't let me see your face."


I opened my mouth, but words completely failed me.


For nearly a week after that, we didn't speak a single word to each other.


Until the team-building event a week later.


As a newly hired employee, I was constantly pulled aside by everyone to drink.


"If you don't drink, it means you don't respect us!"


"We won't let you leave if you don't drink, and we'll dock your pay!"


"Don't worry, if you get too drunk, we'll take you home. We're all women, what's there to be afraid of?"


The manager smiled and coaxed, while my coworkers laughed along.


Reluctantly, I downed my third drink of the night.


Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and passed out on the table.


When I woke up, I found myself on a large bed.


The blinding sunlight streamed in, almost dazzling my eyes.


I propped myself up to sit, the blanket sliding off to reveal a silk spaghetti strap nightgown underneath.


Slipping on some slippers, I pushed open the door and walked out.


In the spacious living room, Conrad sat on the couch with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper.


Glancing at me, he pointed towards the dining table, "Breakfast is ready. Go back to sleep after you eat."


A chill ran through my entire body, and my face turned pale as I stammered, "Did we..."


What happened last night?Conrad carelessly tossed the newspaper onto the coffee table, his collar unbuttoned revealing hints of intimate marks beneath.


He raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "You made the first move last night."


I was thunderstruck, my memory of the previous night completely blank.


Conrad placed the contract in front of me. It bore my fingerprint and stated that I willingly agreed to become his mistress, for which he would pay me $100,000 per month.


No matter how much I denied it, Conrad treated it like a joke.


Conrad's gaze was cool, holding me in his grasp. I found myself unable to argue.


At that moment, he pulled out a voice recorder.


"I accidentally recorded your monologue yesterday. Would you like to hear it?"


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