MARK'S POV:As I approached the door of my personal office, I noticed Jennie, my diligent assistant, seated at her desk, focused on typing away on her computer. As her Boss, her office is the first one you will see when you walk in before heading to my own.As I approached her, eager to share the news of the divorce, she gave me a signal that she didn't want to talk to me. Despite this, I felt compelled to have the conversation with her no matter what."Jennie, are you still angry with me?" I asked, my voice filled with concern and regret. Allowing a brief pause, hoping for a response, before gathering my thoughts and continuing to speak."Yesterday, after our lunch at that cozy little Italian restaurant on Main Street, I returned to the office and to my surprise and realised that you weren't there.""You act as if you don't even know where I live," she sighed and murmured."Please, I will make it up to you," I pleaded, but before I could finish my sentence, she cut me off with an u
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