I finally got home at 2 a.m. after handling my grandmother's cremation arrangements.I have night blindness, and as soon as I entered the house, I tripped over something. Thankfully, I managed to turn just in time, and nothing I was holding hit the ground. However, my lower back slammed hard against the sharp edge of a step.I fumbled to turn on the light and noticed a black stocking at my feet, covered in holes. Immediately, I thought of Susan Koster. She was Chester Morrison's secretary and personal assistant, always available every hour of the day.I had expressed my discomfort, but Chester scolded me for being petty."You should stop looking at people through your narrow, twisted views. Susan is the most professional secretary I've ever seen. You wouldn't stand a chance to be with me if I was really into her."I convinced myself that he loved me.However, as I held my grandmother's photo at this moment, I'd make space for Susan.Thinking of my grandmother, I quickly checked
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