The Breakup Contract

Summary

I had been keeping a high-minded, poor "puppy dog" boyfriend for three years. One day, he looked at me with red eyes and said:

"I will no longer allow you to trample on my dignity."

I nodded. "Okay, then this ends here."

The next day, I walked into an advertising agency to select models.

Abs, long legs, and suits lined up in a row.

My assistant asked me, "How many do you want?"

I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth—

"No need for handsome guys to fight. One for the company, and one for me."

As for his dignity?

Sorry, from now on, I only treat one person well.