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CHAPTER 97

Alex

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The night air at home was supposed to be thin and fresh. Mia was out for good; Uncle Niall had returned. Yet here it was thick and burdened.

How could it be?With the depressing aura oozing out of me.

The house should be silent; no dinner chatters from Uncle Niall and my mother. But my thoughts—ones that dug pits in my stomach—were loud.

Alma or Tony, Who could it be? Tony had been working for me for two years, and Alma had been working for me for four years, so why now?

I wished every thought drew me closer to answers as my steps drew me closer to my room.

Opening the door of my room, I turned on the light. The darkness fled, but the depressing aura still clung onto me like a parasite fixed to its host.

I dropped on the sofa, my hands hanging aimlessly by the side.

“Sir, I have brought your drink.” Alma’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Bring it in,” I responded, loosening my tie and tossing it. The red tie lay casually on the sofa. It
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