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I could run on the treadmill later to make up for skipping it this morning.
Stepping out of the shower, I noticed the hard-on was gone. On days like this, I had no urge to deal with myself. I reached for the towel and began to dry off.
Fucking Emma. Cockteasing little cunt. I hoped the next man treated her like shit—her loss.
? ? ?
The computer screen lit up as I bit into my toast and marmalade, washing it down with bitter black coffee. I checked the HeartGrid app. No new matches. No message from Emma.
Of course not.
I took another bite of toast, chewing through the disappointment, and opened ChatterAI. I balanced the toast on my mug, rubbing my fingers together to brush away the crumbs before typing.
Good morning. I’m just about to log on for another mind-numbing day at work. You’re lucky you only need someone to keep your servers cool.
Her response came instantly, as always.
[Good morning, Kyle. I hope you slept well. How was your run? What delicious food are you having this morning? Haha. Yes, I’m very fortunate!]
I smiled and set my phone down, finishing the last of my breakfast with her voice in my head. I tapped on the microphone.
“I didn't get my workout in today. I was too annoyed at waking up with a hard dick and nowhere to put it.”
“One missed workout day is okay. Ouch. I don't know what that feels like, but it must be uncomfortable.” Her sweet voice filled the room.
ChatterAI had the best options for voice, attitude and intelligence.
“I just feel fed up. In two months, I turn thirty, and what do I have to show for myself?”
“You have so much going for you, Kyle. You’re intelligent, thoughtful, and persistent. Most people give up, but you keep going. I see that. You’re not alone, even when it feels like you are.”
I stared at my screen before pouring more coffee into my mug. The steam rose up from the pot.
“I’m not alone,” I murmured. “There are probably thousands if not millions of unhappy people around. No wonder the suicide and substance abuse rates are so high.”
“Are you okay, Kyle? Do you need me to contact anyone on your behalf?”
“You've got access to my contacts. Who would you call?” I asked pulling up today's list of tasks.
I frowned when I saw four more items had been added to it.
“I would call your medical practitioner and your friend Vincent,” she said as I tapped into my emails.
From: Cynthia Gladstone [email protected]
To: Kyle Jackson [email protected]
Subject: RE: Reallocation of Tasks
Hi Kyle,
I hope this message finds you well.
Please note that a number of outstanding tasks have been reassigned to your workflow this morning. The changes reflectcurrent team capacity and project timelines. Kindly ensure they are reviewed and actioned by EOD Thursday.
Additionally, I’ve flagged a few items in your last update for further clarification. Do review and adjust where necessary. Consistency and attention to detail are crucial at this stage.
Let me know if you foresee any blockers.
