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— H O O R —

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Amid the silence, only the sound of the graphite in my grip rubbing against the plain sheet can be heard. My forehead hurts when by constantly frown at the screen. I keep massaging my forehead from time to time but the very next moment, I forget to keep myself neutral and end up frowning tightly at the sheet.

Finally done, I groan and let go of the pencil. Paperwork is cruel.

I grab my water bottle and take a sip when someone knocks at the door of my cabin.

“Come in,” I say, taking another sip. The corner of my eye watches the door opening and not to my expectancy, Mr Hunt steps inside.

“Mr Hunt?” I quickly get up, keeping the bottle down on the table.

“Hey, don't bother yourself,” he says, smiling at me as he nears the table.

I nearly roll my eyes. Well, nearly. I can't be disrespectful towards him for no reason. But he said I am pregnant. I try not to laugh at my own silly joke.

“Good afternoon,” I say quietly, smiling at him.

“Good afternoon.” He nods his