This was probably the hardest afternoon Amelie had lived since she started working. Even though there were only two hours left until she got off work, she sat in front of the desk and it was as if she was being tortured. Her mind was in a mess and she did not know the direction of her life.
There was no way out.
She looked at the time when it was time to leave work, she planned to quickly go to Chaim's room and take away her things. Although it wasn't important, she didn't want her things to stay in his home.
She also had some close—fitting clothes to keep there, and she had to take them away.
In the blink of an eye, there were only five minutes left before the end of work. Amelie organized the office and placed the report of the assistant on the table so that the next person who took
