To deal in the amount of time that Lisa invested into this business fueled her. She kept an eye on the different screens. What she wanted most consisted of being the boss and still being a lady.
All of the time, she held the pangs of wishing to start this company. She had sent out thousands of messages for men who could be eligible bachelors. Sure, men threw themselves at her at times. They arrived with the “666”: six pack abs, six feet tall, and a six figure income.
Lisa didn’t care about this designation. She felt that she could do better with a five foot nine man who makes sixty thousand dollars a year with a tire around his waist. She just wanted a man of morality.
Her selection process made her feel that pang of injustice surging through her body. This sensation seemed to be a moment in her time with all the millions of dollars pouring into her account.
It didn’t matter in her romantic life. She knew it concerned her leases and when she went to the grocery store. She pondered saying, “You know, I don’t want to pay for this luxury apartment. How about satisfy the bill with a poem?”
She shunned the thought of the injustice. She inhaled sharply. This fact of existence kept her within the bounds of reality. It took her time to look at the cascading lines of code. A smirk marked her face. She looked like she wanted to take the time to delve into the network.
She walked on her black heels with her gray suit to the set of monitors on the desktop. The lines looked like symphonic notes and the entire idea still sensed the twinge of loneliness, as opposed to being alone. Lisa continued her adventure.
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