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Mrs. Jones P.O.V. We both walked into his office, and I could tell that he wasn't happy at all. He went straight to his desk and bent his head, from his reaction I could tell, that those warehouses which were burnt or destroyed housed a good fortune of his product. I became void of what to say, wasn't this what I wanted, to see him in tears, to see him in pain, like he put me through, twenty years ago? Or was it because, this sudden act wasn't done by me, that's making me feel pity for him? I stood up and walked out of his office, I got into the elevator and down I went to the last floor, I hurriedly came out and rushed to my car. I got in and let down the tears, seeing him cry reminds me about my terrible past, I lay my head on my lap and cried out my eyes. No one needed to tell me, how shocked my driver was, to see me cry. I brought out my handkerchief from my bag and wiped off my tears, "take me home", I managed to say before bursting into another round of tears. *** Nich