I walked towards the reception. While I was intended to walk as fast as I can, to others it resembles as if some dog or hitman is behind me. I walked at my maximum fast pace and soon reached the entrance. I looked at the reception with happiness in my eyes.....but I couldn't find Martin there. God, damn it, where is he?. I was walking towards the reception while roaming my eyes around the hall searching for that one bloody asshole. I will literally beat the shit out of him, if I see him, now. The anger for his actions, the pain of making him cry, and the curiosity to see him. All these feelings are fucking up my brain. God, why the hell am I the one is having all these problems?. I hate my life sometimes. I reached the reception and took a long breath to control my curiosity before speaking. "Excuse me," I said while tapping my finger on the reception. "Hello, Mr. Harrison." the receptionist greeted with a smile. "Hello
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