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During my commute to work, I spotted tiny beads of fluid sticking to the car's windows. Upon inspection, I found them to be slightly tacky and emitting a subtle fruity aroma.
Puzzled, as I never use such products, I phoned my spouse. "Have you spritzed some sort of air freshener in the Porsche? There's an odd fruit-like smell."
He paused briefly before responding with a seemingly honest explanation. "You know that class reunion I attended? Well, one of my pals had too much to drink and got sick in the vehicle. I didn't want to upset you, so I used some fragrance to mask the odor."
After ending the call, I grabbed a rag and cleaned the car windows thoroughly.
On the seat next to me, I noticed two golden, curly strands of hair caught in the sticky substance.
I sighed and shook my head. Hmph. His "friend" appeared to be more attractive than myself.

Lipstick Stains and Blonde Lies

The seminar organizers burst into the room, their faces contorted with disappointment and contempt at the sight before them.


One of them addressed Dr. Richardson coldly, "I think it's best you leave this seminar now. Your hospital needn't send anyone in the future."


Miguel grew anxious. "This isn't what it seems! I was only discussing tomorrow's operation with the patient's family. I came here right after showering. Nothing else occurred!"


Unbeknownst to Miguel, his three-minute encounter had already been broadcast live. Yet, he persisted in treating everyone as if they were naive.


The organizer left the room with a scornful laugh, not even looking at Miguel.


Disregarding the disarray in the room, Miguel hastily reached for his phone to contact the hospital's president, hoping to clarify matters. However, the patient's family wasn't about to let him off easily.


Chapter 7