Anthony sat at his desk, his mind swirling with thoughts that he tried to push aside. The events of the previous night still lingered in his mind like an unwelcome guest, refusing to leave him in peace.
Maria's words had cut deep, piercing through the facade of indifference he had carefully constructed. He had tried to brush off her harsh words, to convince himself that they didn't affect him, but deep down, he couldn't shake off the sting of her disdain.
As he stared blankly at the paperwork on his desk, his thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ringing of his phone. With a sigh, Anthony picked it up, his tone curt as he answered the call.
"Anthony, my boy, how are you?" Farukhi's voice came through the line, the warmth in his tone contrasting sharply with Anthony's current mood.
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