Amany, who had once been happy and sighing in love, returned to her cruel reality.
Should I blame you Anton? No. You're too good to be blamed for anything.
She simply shifted her focus from the cute photo of her girlfriends and concentrated on Anton's countenance.
Did she think she was doing the wrong thing?! Of course she was.
This had everything to destroy or severely tarnish her career.
It was cruel.
"Yes, I think..." She sighed uneasily.
Amany really didn't like the idea of moving away from that familiar place, those people and even that boring bureaucracy... but she was no longer respected.
She was seen as the artist who only had to do half a dozen things and the company would make millions, regardless of whether it was a good job or not.
"I really think it is, but what can I do? I can't stay here any longer..."
