Fried Rice

The sun had set, and the room gradually dimmed outside Rowan's window. Sitting on the sofa, she stared blankly at her phone, lost in thought.

The call had ended, but she couldn't shake off the impact of the conversation. It was evident who had ill intentions and malice towards her, someone who didn't want her to find a job. She knew without a doubt it was Flora, but she couldn't understand why Flora would target her even after she had divorced David.

David had promised not to interfere in her life anymore, so why was he allowing all of this to happen?

There were a few companies she had applied to that hadn't responded yet, but she had little hope left. She sighed and hesitated, contemplating whether to talk to Flora about the situation.

Not having Flora's phone number, she tried to dial David's number several times but couldn't bring herself to press the call button.

Rowan wondered what to talk about if she asked him out. She contemplated how to approach the conversation.

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