Heart's Desire
he said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion.
"What? No, no way," I cried out, my voice choked with disbelief. The memories of my father, his laughter, his pride, his unwavering belief in the company, flooded my mind. I saw his nameplate, a polished piece of wood engraved with his name, sitting on the desk, a silent testament to his legacy.
Dawzon approached the desk, his movements calm and deliberate. He picked up the nameplate, his fingers tracing the engraved letters, and flipped it over.
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