“Tell the chief editor to publish it now," Cassie Leighton said over the phone in a hurried voice before hanging the telephone up. She rubbed her hair backward as a sign of distress and groaned. It was a long day at work, and the holiday didn't mean anything to her. Not until her cellphone, sitting on the table, rang. It vibrated twice before she glanced at the caller. A blast of panic filled her eyes as she realized it was her son. "Phil? Have you been there for long? I'm so sorry. Mommy's on the way, okay? Wait for me and stay there," she excused in an apologetic tone while she rushed to fix her messy table. After organizing her things back to their place, she picked her business coat and covered her white sleeveless undershirt. For a mother her age, her body figure stood out. The curve of her waist was still carved on her body, and her hands remained smooth. In a hurry, she ignored the employees along her way and started her car as soon as she went to the parking. Cassie bit her
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