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Tim is a high-powered executive who thinks very highly of himself. Laylene called up my office; she’s his assistant, and boy, is she tired of his arrogance! He is so selfish and entitled! I’m a plastic surgeon who does lots of dramatic transformations, *cough cough* SISSY TRANSFORMATIONS, and Laylene thought it’d knock Tim down a peg or two if we chopped off his eggplant and made a baby carrot of it.
As his assistant, she simply made his appointment and didn’t tell him what it was for. Tim was pacing the room on his cell wSo when I stepped out into the waiting room in my charcoal pencil skirt and crisp baby blue blouse covered by my long white surgeon’s coat. Talking very loudly about mergers and acquisitions. “Tim?” I spoke loud enough for him to hear me over his own voice, and he nodded to Laylene.
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There are a few things you just should not do. First don’t funk with my heart. Next, do not waste my time. Also, don’t think you will get me easily. Most of all do not forget I am an attention whore. Like yes all eyes on me, I mean there is no one else you will find remotely close to me. You will look high, you will look low. Looking over there, looking everywhere you go. Searching in those dark dark spaces, searching through the countless faces.
