It's time for your appointment with Alice's fiancée

You decide to follow through on your promise, she's your best friend after all. Secretly though, you do hope you will find some dirt on him, even if it will destroy her. She's wrong to marry the douchebag anyway, as far as you're concerned, and friends should look out for each other in that respect.

But of course, your motivations aren't entirely pure. Because in fact, you felt that who's actually right for her, is you. For a long time now you wanted to sleep with her. You think your best chance would be for her to break up with her fiancé, so you could be there for her in her time of the greatest need.

You make yourself some eggs and toast, eat it in front of the television with your coffee, shower afterwards and get dressed in your best suit. It looks a little unnatural to you, but you guess that everyone feels that way about a suit when they're not wearing it every day for work. You look professional, at least.

You think about your backstory, and decide that something he wouldn't ask too much about would be best. You're not the best liar, after all. So you come up with an internet company, selling a variety of sex toys. He would probably be a little too embarrassed to inquire any further into that.

When the appointment creeps close, you step out of the house, into your dad's car and drive to the "Dunder-Mifflin" paper company. It's right on the edge of town, but not a long drive.

When you stand in front of the building, you nervously get your phone out and text Alice.

I'm going in, wish me luck.

A few seconds later you get a text back from her.

Thanks so much for doing this! You're the best! And don't worry, he's not going to suspect a thing. He's oblivious.

You sigh. The things you do for love...