Contemplating the aftermath, I mused, "I suppose I'll have to address my reputation differently... but not at this moment. Requesting him to delete my page would only validate it. For now, my Dionis reputation doesn't affect my business, so I'll let it be. When the need arises, I'll fix it using alternative means." These ruminations echoed in my mind as I exited the RTV Slovenia's headquarters and found Eman in his car, devouring McDonald's like a ravenous beast.
As I slid into the passenger seat of his car, a sigh escaped my lips, betraying the mental fatigue that accompanied the day's reflections. "You got something for me?" I inquired, the tone a subtle tone of weariness
Eman, with a nonchalant shrug, presented a small burger, his mouth covered by a vibrant array of sauces.
