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Twenty Three
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“I’m sorry.” I was still catching my breath when I got the chance to call Catherine.
I bet that she is cursing me now. Damn, I hate myself too. I got out of the storage room on Good Day and wiped my sweat.
Ju Hoo, the thirty-something-year-old owner, surprisingly accepted me as a part-timer again. It must be because he is short of staff. I can tell that by the number of tasks he had given the moment he hired me. First, I unloaded his truckload of stocks to the storage room, displayed some of them in the grocery stands, and manned the counter. It was when I was behind the cashier, and there were no customers around when I got the availability to call Catherine.
“I’m sorry." My guilt-stricken voice echoed in between my exasperated sigh.
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