He did great

Miranda's POV

After the call I had with Maxwell, I felt used and dirty. My head felt heavy but then, I felt accomplished. Every word that I uttered to him, every exchange was what I had practiced to say on a good day but now, it came out fluently.

Never did the thought that I would come to drift apart from my long time friend click in my head. Although, Christabel advice on countless occasions that I end things with him.. I would still go back to look for a reason why I shouldn't. He has done a lot more harm than good. All along, I was only merely a tool and not the friend I thought myself to be and he made sure to use me to his satisfaction. Well, I can remember the saying that old things are passed away.. while all things would become new.

To hell with the memories I thought we made, to hell with the ones I thought we're yet to make. I was still in my thoughts when Zyra came to my desk looking all worried only to bang the desk and wake me up from my thoughts.

“We work at the company