ould help her think. She hated noodles. They were not appetizing at all. Most of the time they made her feel sick, but they were cheap and she saved a lot of money. As the noodles were micr

g in to see she had a message waiting for her. The microwave beeped, and she grabbed

eleasing a breath, she decided that she had to have a go at it. There was nothing else she could do. The letter was the final straw. The landlord had told her before that if a letter appears then he would be forced to kick her out. She texted back. Elizabeth: Sounds good. **** Daniel Clark wasn't a man used to having to deal with trivial matters. He was a successful lawyer who was at the top of his game. At forty years old he'd already made partner after winning every single case he'd been given. Work had been his only need in life, and nothing and no one would ever change that. The problem he had was it left very little time for anything else in his life. His family was constantly nagging at him to settle down and have a wife, a couple of kids. He didn't have the time for that, nor did he have time for dating. The women that were part of his life always expected something from him. Sex no longer meant sex. There were always higher demands. They wanted to marry, have kids, and be the one to tie him down. He wasn't interested, and then he'd happened to overhear a little conversation around the coffee machine. Several of the men were talking about this new si