140. Hurt More Than Daggers

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At The AG Group.

In the vast office of the CEO, decorations stood in every corner in the form of huge artificial flower vases, and the newly installed furniture served as an element to captivate the eyes.

However, sitting on the big swivel chair, the solitary figure of the young woman had its back to the office.

Instead, her eyes were glued to the large window, her gaze traveling through it, her vision blurred by the images portrayed by her mind guided by the constant thoughts in her head.

She should be focusing on the duty ahead, instead of the scandalous imaginations occupying her thoughts.

Sometimes, she'd question the reality, and what true affection denotes.

Sometimes she'd find herself wallowing in grief and regret of letting the reigns of her emotions go into the hands of a man.

She'd been lost in her fantasy beyond redemption, and despite waking up, remnants of those fantasies lingered, serving as a reminder of what a huge fool she'd been.

Because, they hurt more than dagge