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d my words. Two decades of dedicated service to the company had etched lines of experience and loyalty onto her face. Despite my persist

endeared her to all who encountered her. Yet, beneath her amiable demeanor lurke

y company, her pallor betraying a deep-seated anxiety that puzzled me. Perhaps it was the weight of authority that I unwittingly wielded or some unintentional intimidati

cold my employees during mee

nching her eyebrows as her eye

Toms. She g

ste on my tongue. How

behind the counter. "I didn't see anyone come in today and even i

n't. I forgo

past the agreed-upon time. Surprisingly, rather than succumbing to annoyance at her tardiness, a curious feeling washes

my patience. It's as if she holds a mysterious charm, one that draws me in even when I should be frustrated.

rating. Perhaps it's the unpredictability of our interactions or the subtle thrill of the chase that keeps me hooked. Whatever it is, I fin

d space of my cubicle. Restlessness consumes me, manifesting in the rhythmic tapping of my foot against the carpeted floor.

se of her familiar figure. Yet, despite my fervent longing, there is no sign of her presence.

ainty that gnaws at my soul. Time stretches endlessly, measured only by the erratic beat of my anx

he hope that she will soon emerge from the depths of the corridor, her presence a beacon of solace in the midst of my turmoil.

she's already got

the wall beside Pat's semi-circular counter. He is dressed in a black button-down and jean

within seconds, and the fact that he is my identical tw

ng another look at the double d

didn't want to miss your first interaction." Van smirks, t

s, ignoring his presence as she fo

you here. It's too early

to see any sign of my new assistant, my brother walks towar

elbow on the railing and leans against it. "Sarah als

, seeing in them the absolute fun

your hands off her if you wish to rem

ins chuckling to himself. "So was Jeannie, brothe

ho cut off our last thread of brotherly affection for each other. I know tha

when I spot the familiar face of Miss. Toms stepping inside. She is in plain clothes, looking as profe

length of them reaching her waist. Her lips are a deep red, the same color she wore yesterday d