“I don’t understand, Mr. Cliff. What do you mean by I didn’t do well?” Ayla questioned impatiently. She has checked her list for hundred times since it is the first ever significant work she got to do at Knight & Gray. The old man in his mid forties- Mr. Cliff, shook his head removing his glasses with a stern look, “Rupert's report and the list he has made is quite outstanding. I suppose, it is the best when compared to you.” “But, I –” He waves his hand dismissively, “No. Miss. Sargin. This is no use arguing over this. Get this file another photocopy. I reckon you can do the job well.” Ayla sighed getting back to her regular photocopy machine with a look of contempt. She is so sure she did well. Rupert, on the other side, is having a friendly chat with some other boys. Ayla made her way to him. He looked at her incredulously. Most of the staff doesn’t really know her and even if they did, Ayla has no reputation in friendly talks. “I am Ayla. I was wondering if I c
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