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"What the hell are you doing in the office man?" Marcel's voice echoed through the phones speaker. "I'm not the one who just got discharged front he hospital and yet I'm at home resting., so what the hell is the guy who got his head stitched doing in the office?"

"Will you stop shouting at me huh..." Damon retorts, equally shouting his lungs out as the elevator doors opened. Still holding Isla's hand, he waltz out of the elevator.

She really wanted to withdraw her hand from his, but was scared of upsetting him, so she just followed beside him like an obedient puppy.

"I just need to see how the department was running without me." He continues his call with Marcel. Completely ignorant of the shocking eyes, and the gasping sounds that came out of the mouths of his workers.