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National Dinner date

"Samuel's point of view,"

"Good morning, Mr. Oscar."

What's fantastic about this morning is that I got puked on by a bloody middle-class woman in the morning, and I can't even get back together with her for it.

She claimed that she didn't enjoy the scent of my perfume. She has no right to say that my perfume smells terrible. Does she even know how much my perfume costs?

I opened the door to my office and loosened my tie in anger.

"I need coffee right away." I instantly ordered a coffee delivery by dialing my P.A. extension.

Now, only a cup of coffee will ease my irritation.

"Your coffee, Mr. Oscar," He placed my coffee mug on the table.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Why does he keep bugging me with questions when he should be able to see how annoyed I am with my contracted wife? She is not a person who is easy to manage.

"Leave me alone. I don't want to be bothered right now by anyone."

He nodded and walked out of my office, saying, "Okay, Mr. Oscar."

Why does this coffee taste so bi
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