Zapping My Toxic Fiancé Away
Language: en
The System found me again just as I was being wheeled into the emergency room, my stomach lining weeping blood. It scanned my progress bar, its mechanical voice buzzing with sudden, frantic static. [How is the progress bar dropping instead of rising?] I lay on the gurney, a bitter, breathless laugh escaping my lips. At the dinner tonight, Jackie had insisted I drink in place of his new assistant, Mandy. "She’s fresh out of college, June. She doesn’t know how to handle these corporate wolves. Drink this for her." A double shot of pure, ninety-six percent rectified spirit—Everclear—had…