“What’s wrong with him? Sure, his education is lacking, but he has a house, a car, and a decent business. Don’t be so superficial!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I hung up.
When she called again, I turned off my phone.
Looking back, Jane had been eagerly setting me up with these “matches” for years. Out of respect for our friendship, I would at least entertain a few conversations with the men she introduced me to, even if I wasn’t interested.
But seriously – every single guy she picked was worse than the last, like she had a knack for finding the most unattractive, low-quality men.
Later, I got home to find a delivery of strawberry cake, along with a card.
It was from Jane.
“Don’t be mad, Bree. Come to my baby’s party tomorrow!”
For a moment, I felt touched.
Then, a new message from her popped up.
“Make sure to dress nicely. I have another great guy to introduce you to!”
Annoyed, I quickly typed, “Please, stop setting me up.”
Right then, my assistant called.
“Ms. Lee, should we still be paying John his usual salary? He’s been slacking a lot recently...”
John was Jane’s husband.
When I started my company in college, I hit the jackpot during a booming market and made a fortune.