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XLI. Already Affectionate
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2021-12-02 01:00:58Essi was expecting Oneil to pursue her or to at least attempt to communicate with her. She intended to remain in her office right at noon, without lunch, to see if Oneil will check on her situation and will surprise her with lunch packs. But nothing happened. She walks back and forth across her office, peeking at the door like a monkey, thinking that she’s probably making her life a comedy.
She keeps on hoping that maybe Oneil will pass by and check the cleanliness of her office or at least wonder if Essi already has lunch yet. But she is still in solitary and her stomach already churns in pain. With her arms holding her stomach, she ran on her stilettos back to her desk with the hopes she might find some month-old biscuits. But there are only sachets and scratch papers inside of it. Her drawer is indeed a hidden world inside her office where secrets are but the foods she doesn’t like to finish, rough ideas scribbled on strips of paper, and her notebook that is filled with t
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