The receptionist watched Aysel storm out of the building, her face twisted with curiosity as she tried to decipher what had caused such a strong reaction from her. Aysel's previously soft expression had morphed into one of irritation, her wavy hair bouncing as she made her way out in a rage, not sparing the receptionist a single glance.
The receptionist couldn't help but feel relieved as she watched Aysel storm out. She was glad things hadn't gone well between them. Despite not witnessing the exchange, she felt confident in her assumptions, knowing the manager well enough to make a guess.
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Early in the morning, the next day after Anthony had left his home in a trance without giving a glance at his fiancee whom he had badly knocked unconscious due to his unstable mental health.
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