When Monica woke up, her head felt lighter and better. She felt more like herself. She was also more alert. The sun had already begun to set. She checked her phone and saw a trail of missed calls from Gertrude. Her mind instantly recalled that Sly was going to the club with Meg. Instantly, she jerked up from the bed and returned Gertrude's call. The latter answered immediately. She was already awaiting a call from Monica. "Sorry I was sleeping," Monica's gentle voice sounded at the end of the line. Gertrude narrowed her eyes, her one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding her phone to her ear. "You didn't go to work?" "No, I'm so tired. Besides, Meg will be in the office today. Trust me, it's not easy holding back when I see them together," Monica confessed to Gertrude. Gertrude was intoxicated with rage upon hearing Monica's confession. All along, Monica put on the attitude that she didn't care but knowing that it was eating her up, fueled
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