II

Dear Adrian,

The reason why I’m writing this letter to you is because I admit that I don’t have the courage to say them in your face. This doesn’t mean that I’m the weak, poor girl who fell in debt and was helpless. No, I’m not the same girl who realized her one way ticket out of life was having sex with a random guy to distract him. No, I don’t regret my decisions at all because now I have power to destroy your life by tells your fiancé.

What’s your power? Getting me fired or sucking up to your boss... A.k.a Uncle? But unlike you I’m not going to act like a idiot who has no control over the situation. Go ahead, do whatever you want. But listen closely you’re a prostitute not me. You’re the one who wanted to do all of those actions which lead to this situation. All I can say is congratulations on cheating. You’re girlfriend is hot and the fact that you can’t see that is very disappointing. Best of luck to your life, please don’t talk to me. I don’t need to hear the lies jumping out of a embezzle.

Yours not

Alison Jerald.