Prologue:

You can pay people to do anything these days, fill up your petrol, wipe your ass, take your exams, kill etc. So it should be no surprise that my job is – similar. Or so, you could call it that. Let's just say that I was gifted, given something that not everybody had; Beauty, Charm. And let's just say that I used my gifts to do what I could do best; break people's hearts.

Ok. So I wasn't totally original. It was entirely inspired by George Clooney's 'Up in the Air'. An agency dedicated to fire those who had bosses who didn't have the balls to do it themselves. It was clever, and it made good money too. However being in University didn't exactly give me the authorization to fire people… yet. Oh, if that were a course, I'd take it. But, it's not.

So my job is very basic. I break up with those who have girlfriend's who don't have the "lady balls" to do so themselves. It was obvious, you know, the type of girls who approached me. They all had the typical stereotype of fat, ugly, shy and insecure. And those who simply were a doormat to their oh so loving partners. It's like they look up to me, the beautiful confident woman. And they knew that I knew what I was doing.

This wasn't an Easy A job where I'd get paid coupons. No instead I got unlimited amounts of beer. Hey no judging! Do you know how expensive beer is for a university student?

The thing is, this time was different, really different. I had received a call on my private hotline immediately telling me it was just another needy customer. Lining up in the oversized queue at Starbucks I saw right in front of me by far the hottest guy ever. My hands automatically went to my tank top in which I pulled up to enhance my breasts as I fluffed my hair.

Always with chic Sonny, I reminded myself as I took out my phone dramatically and flicked it open ensuring that he takes a look.

Bingo! The boy with a sexy chestnut brown hair and green eyes turned around and his eyes roamed by body. Works like a charm.

"Hello, Sonny speaking, what'd you need?" ensuring that I sounded sexy.

"Um hey? I kinda need a favour of you, sorta heard that you, you kno-"

I rolled my eyes, it's not that hard to say 'hey I'm a loser. Break up with my boyfriend for me'.

"Yea, I know. So who's the guy? I need some details. Perhaps meet me in Starbucks in about an hour? Bring cash" and that's all I said before slamming the phone shut and taking a peek at the hot thing from the corner of my eye.

He had just received his coffee and was now deliberately heading over me, eyes fixed on the chocolate sprinkles behind me. SURREE, that's why he's heading over here.

I'm so getting laid.