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After packing the clothes they bought, Maya and Emily left the store with both hands holding two bags each.
"That reminds me, Maya. Last night when you were drunk, you spoke to Mr. Victor like you know him personally," Emily spoke up. "I don't know if you remember, but you said he used to adore you."
Maya paused in her steps, she opened her mouth to reply but closed it again. She didn't know what to say; telling Emily about the relationship she had with Victor was out of the question.
"Why did you stop walking? Did you forget something?" Emily asked, her brows furrowed. "Or wait... Do you really know Mr. Victor personally?"
Maya waved her hand. "What? No! That's not even possible. How would I know him?"
"You're right, Mr. Victor just came to the city," Emily replied with a small nod. "But then why were you so emotional last night? It was more than the stress of a mean boss."
