Sometimes in everyone's story, there is a person whose demons plays with yours, balancing out the degree of one's. Same was the case with Daniel, Amy didn't only danced with his demons but her only name was enough to silence them. Her very name was enough to make him forget all his wounds, scars and loneliness but now her defiance and harsh behaviour was resurfacing everything he buried long ago.
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"Mr Burak!" The receptionist called out in a polite tone.
The fifty-five years old man who was seated behind his desk responded turning his attention away from his book.
"I am listening Sara!"
"Mr Saritas is here and wants to meet you." She informed standing at the door waiting for his response. The man expressed his confusion, raising his brows.
