My Rise, Her Regret

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back.

This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant.

I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship.

I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?”

She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding.