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“Hah…”
“Urk!”
Labored gasps escaped my lips in whispers.
I couldn't breathe properly as my blood ran cold.
My mind raced, retracing every event that happened in the last twenty minutes, searching through every interaction —Even though there was little to no, I searched desperately.
I'd been cautious about my behavior since I entered this floor, so I couldn't recall or tell how and when I might have offended him.
I grasped the brown envelope tightly in my hand while clutching my neck with the other.
Tears blurred my vision slightly as I struggled desperately.
I needed to think.
‘Something, anything!’
I desperately prayed, hoping for any miracle to save me.
Then her face popped up, that b***h Camille, the reason for my suffering and the reason I came here in the firs
