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A sigh escaped my lips as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Hairs messed up, eyes stinging red as if blood was covering them.
The flashbacks of the night hit me like a bolt of lightening and I clenched my fists in anger. I ran my fingers in my hair in frustration and sighed before rubbing my face to calm me down.
I sighed before turning to take my clothes out from the closet to dress up to meet a few clients about the coming meeting. I wanted to get this project from Vincein at any cost.
I quickly dressed up and grabbed my Rolex before looking at myself in the mirror for the last time and walked outside of the room.
Walking outside, I was met by Alexander, my trusted manager, kept pace, clipboard in hand, discussing the finer points of an upcoming business d
