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Camille woke up, feeling uneasy, her mind still reeling from the previous night's events. She dreaded facing Sean, fearing awkwardness and unresolved emotions.

As she hurried downstairs, she heard Sean's voice, "Good morning, Camille."

She quickened her pace, muttering a hasty "Good morning" without making eye contact. Sean's footsteps approached, but Camille swiftly grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.

"Camille, wait!" Sean called out, but she didn't look back. "I'm sorry, I'm late for work."

Jeffery, standing by the car, asked, "Shall I drive you to work, ma'am?"

Camille hesitated, then shook her head. "No, thank you, Jeffery. I'll take a taxi."

Jeffery raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Very well, ma'am."

Camille hurried down the driveway, hailed a taxi, and slid into the backseat, exhaling deeply. She couldn't face Sean, not yet. The taxi pulled away, leaving the building.

The taxi stopped at her office building, and Camille stepped out, taking a deep breath. She pushed aside her
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