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89-Amends

I stopped at the door way before entering the living room. He was in a navy blue suit, standing next to the couch, instead of sitting. Rosalie had just brought him his drink. He briefly pointed towards the table where she was supposed to place his drink. I went to sit on the couch opposite the one dad was standing next to. Yoké stayed at the room door post and leaned against it.

Dad paced to and fro and stopped where he had started.

"So we've lost more than half of our clients..." Dad said, voice still powerful although the sad message.

I kept quiet and watched him.

"We've lost most of our projects we were busy with, the clients asked to cancel their contracts or else they'd take us to court. Most of our employees, has resigned because they see the downfall. They know that we won't be able to pay them. Only the loyal ones remain."

He then shrugged. "Maybe they're not even loyal. Maybe they are just

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