One week passed, and Shane slowly realized something was wrong. During that week, he did not receive a single message or phone call from me. Even my social feed was silent, as if I had disappeared from the world. He could not sit still anymore. He left work early and drove to my office building. He parked by the roadside, leaned against the car door, lit a cigarette, and waited, his eyes fixed on the exit. By half-past five, employees started to come out. At six, the sky began to darken. Soon, it was seven o'clock, and most of the lights in the building had been turned off. However, he still had not seen me. Shane walked into the lobby and went to the front desk. "Hello, I'm looking for Yuna Sutton." The young woman at the front desk looked up at him, her expression a little strange. "Yuna Sutton? You mean Ms. Yuna, one of our directors? She has already resigned." Shane's mind went blank for an instant. "Resigned? When?" "A week ago," the receptionist said. "Last Tu
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