BRIGHT: At the Morgan Group headquarters, I perched on my office chair on the fifth floor of a five-story building, discussing a business proposal with my top partner, Mr. Justin Tilman, when my office door swung open and my fiancée, Nini Andre, barged in. “Bright, I am done with this relationship! I don’t want us to continue!” Nini shouted, throwing the diamond engagement ring that I gave to her the previous night at my face. She didn’t care that I had a client with me. She openly embarrassed me in front of my top partner. “Mr. Tilman. We will get to discuss the business negotiation later,” I stated, my voice cold. Mr. Tilman stood up and left my office, acting like he didn’t see the angry woman. As the door shut, I fixed my gaze on Nini. She was tall, fair-skinned, a 27-year-old slender woman, and served as my finance manager. “Nini, what’s the matter? Why did you take off your ring and throw it at my face?” I asked her, my voice calm, despite the rage boiling inside of me. I
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