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(Olivia's POV) The director paused, studying me for a moment. I could see him weighing my words, perhaps wondering about the real reason behind my sudden resignation Finally, he nodded with understanding. "Well, alright then. I wish you the best for the future." Leaving the lawyer center, I wandered the city streets as dusk deepened. The neon lights of Harbor City began to shimmer through the gathering darkness, painting the sidewalks in pools of blue, red, and yellow. A cool breeze rustled the treetops, carrying the scents of the city—food from nearby restaurants, exhaust from passing cars, the faint sweetness of blooming trees along the boulevard. A pang of loneliness swept through me. I was about to leave Harbor City, which had been my home for three years, a place of both hardship