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"Why is your face so shabby? Did Rachel scold you?" asks Harris as Naara gets into the car. Naara shakes her head weakly. The girl is breathing heavily. Every now and then her eyes close and then she lifts his chin to keep the tears from falling.

"If you want to cry, don't hold it in. Let it out so your chest doesn't feel tight." Harris gives advice to Naara. It doesn't take long but only seconds, Naara has covered her face with her palms. She cries profusely, venting all the restlessness of her heart. The girl doesn't even mind her embarrassment for Harris. The man who is assigned to be Naara's personal driver can only stay silent waiting for his employer's lover's tears to subside on their own. Harris pushes a tissue box closer to Naara, hoping that the girl will be aware of the existence of the object he handed her. The man watches from the rearview mirror as Naara's eyes swell up after crying for a long time. Fifteen minutes is not a short time to sob for someone.