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... lmly sat in the boss’s chair, his fingers flying over the keyboard.
The boss was so composed; naturally, as a worker, he had nothing to say.
At five in the afternoon, Desmond Fairchild stood up on time, looking like he was about to leave work promptly.
Quentin Jennings was always curious, and seeing him leaving work consistently on time recently, his curiosity only grew: "Boss, why are you leaving work so early every day lately? That’s not like you."
He used to wo ...
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