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If only the beef soup in Olive's bowl could scream in pain, it would have been screaming since a while ago. The fork in her right hand is mercilessly stabbing the bowl repeatedly. Her breath is filled with irritation, while her eyes remain fixed on her conversation partner. The annoying part is how relaxed he is, enjoying his portion.

As if there's no significant burden... Oh God! Can't Olive just vent her anger now? Regardless of this rather elite café (yes, elite! A bowl of beef soup with noodle soup is almost fifty dollars. Not to mention the extras). Olive admits, though... the beef soup is delicious. Although... it doesn't taste as good when eaten in front of Thomas!

Yes!

Thomas realizes what he said. He called Olive repeatedly until she got annoyed. Eventually, she gives in and answers the call after receiving a threatening text.

[+61813***10080: If you don't reply to my messages and calls, once you enter the office, I'll slap you with SP 2]<

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