I started an online relationship with my boss.
Meeting up in person? Yeah, thats never gonna happen.
She has no idea that the person shes been flirting with online is one of her employees...
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Lately, my boss has been in a terrible mood.
Everyone in the office has noticed, and the tension is palpable. Even the usual slackers have been on their best behavior, barely daring to check their phones.
Shes been working overtime like a machine, and of course, no one dares to leave before her. So, weve all been stuck at the office until 11 or 12 at night. Ive got dark circles under my eyes, and my skin is starting to break out.
But heres the kicker: Im probably the only one in the company who knows why shes so irritable.
Its because my boss just got dumped.
And, well the person who dumped her is me.
She just doesnt know it yet.

It all started with my two-year online relationship.
We met on a forumshe had posted a thread titled,?Why Cant I Find a Partner?
Curious, I clicked in.
Her post read:?Female, 59, 99 pounds, 25 years old, Ivy League graduate in Management Science and Engineering. Currently a VP at a Fortune 500 company, earning a seven-figure salary. I own a house, a car, and Im gorgeous. Still single. What am I doing wrong?
The comments were ruthless.
Obvious bait post. Move along.
Seriously? A 25-year-old VP? Either its daddys company or its daddys company.
Come on, at least make your lies believable.
Amused, I left a comment:?Maybe its your looks. Why not post a picture?
I didnt think much of it and logged off.
A few hours later, she sent me a private message.
Hi, can I send you the photo privately?
I was confused but intrigued.
Sure,?I replied, figuring this could be entertaining.
A moment later, a photo popped up.
I nearly spat my coffee all over my desk.
59? Yeah, maybe in her dreams. She looked closer to 52.
The photo was a poorly angled mirror selfie. She had her face partially covered, wore thick black-framed glasses, and looked like a walking advertisement for outdated fashion choices.
But her features were undeniably stunning. The lips, the nose, the eyesthey all screamed?hidden beauty.?She just didnt know how to present herself.
And for some reason, she looked oddly familiar.
Thinking,?Who knew there were gorgeous women out there so oblivious to their own potential??I decided to help. Out of the goodness of my heart, of course.
I zoomed in and out of the photo a few times before typing out a long response:?You need to work on your style. Change the glassesgo for rimless or contacts. Dont take photos from that angle; tilt your phone slightly so the charging port faces you. Swap the skirt for something shortermaybe black. And for the love of God, invest in better lighting.
She replied with a simple,?Thank you so much!
I didnt think much of it and moved on.
The next day, she sent me an updated homework submission, following all my advice.
Then she did it again the day after that. And the day after that.
By the fifth day, I was starting to get annoyed.
Thats when she asked if she could pay me for my consultation services and requested my personal messaging info.
I thought,?Why not? Moneys money,?and gave her my private account.
A moment later, a familiar profile picture popped up with a friend request.
It was my boss.
I froze.
My finger slipped, and before I could stop myself, I hit accept.
Panic set in immediately. I switched my settings to chat only and prayed she wouldnt figure out who I was.
A message popped up:?Thank you so much for all your advice. Heres a small token of my appreciation.
Then she sent me $5,000 with the note,?Giftno strings attached.
I stared at the screen in silence.
I double-checked her profile picture and the online photos shed sent me.
Yep. No doubt about it. My gorgeous online crush was, in fact, my boss.
Well, damn,?I thought, accepting the money.?At least she doesnt know its me.
From that point on, I kept helping her improve her style. She caught on fast, and soon, she was radiating confidence.
But just as I was preparing to quietly fade out of her life, she threw me a curveball.
She confessed her feelings.
It started with a long, emotional messagea love letter, if you will. I skimmed past all the fluff until I got to the last line:
Ive been wanting to tell you this for a long time I like you.
I froze.
Thanks,?I replied after a long pause.
What??she asked.
I appreciate it!?I typed back.
No, Im serious. I really like you.