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Almyra's POV

I leaned on the table with a smirk as I sipped a little content from the cup of coffee that was in my hand.

The dull look on both of their faces was not even enough to change what I had in mind for them; beads of sweat had started forming on the forehead of the man. “Ah! So he is tense right?” I muttered to myself in a low voice.

Ms Thompson, on the other hand, was already wetting the floor with her tears, which was not even able to move me in a way or two.

“So what did you two think I should do to you?” I broke the silence in the room as I got up from the table.

“Ma?” Ms Thompson stuttered in a low tone and her voice was covered in pain.

“Yes?” I shifted my gaze to her.

“I can explain.” She paused for a while before she sniffed. “If only you give me the chance.”

I scoffed. “The chance?”

Ms Thompson is a great asset to me but I can't just let her get away with what she did. The judgment I once thought of giving to her was not suitable enough. I had to increase it.

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