My Tough Armor
Still, I had to pretend that I was fine.
"I won't be joining you for breakfast. I'm just here to pick up some documents for the meeting later," I said.
I went into the study, where my thick thesis and other research materials were lying neatly in a stack on my desk. I stuffed everything into a bag like I was picking up the last few shards of my dignity.
Just as I was about to leave, Samara suddenly pushed the door open with a coffee mug in her hands.
"Wow, you're taking so many documents with you? Vernon's so strict with you, isn't he? You're still so young, but he's making you work very hard."
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