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A sharp exclamation pierced the air, the second fall proving even more jarring
than the first, likely leaving behind a painful lump on her skull.
Summoning an unwavering strength, Millie stood, determined to rise above the
discomfort. Casting her gaze about the restroom, she identified no one in sight,
yet the telltale evidence of deliberate malfeasance was unmistakable-the floor
awash with hand sanitizer.
Son of bitch!
Uttering an internal curse, she inhaled deeply, regaining her composure as she
cleansed herself at the sink. With a swift motion, she tamed her tousled hair,
surveying her reflection in the mirror.
Lips pursed in defiance, Millie’s thoughts gathered. A mere return to work had
been met with such an unwelcoming reception, suggesting an unsettling
eagerness for her return on someone's part.
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Determined to prioritize her own well-being, Millie took a detour to the infirmary.
Ointment for her bruised skin was procured, followed by a visit to the logistics
department, culminating in the acquisition of a fresh chair.
As they traversed back to the design domain, Millie unceremoniously deposited
the new chair and slid it into place.
Emerie, observing from her peripheral vision, noted Millie’s unwavering
persistence. She couldn't help but admire Millie's resilience-rather than retreating
to recover from the ordeal, Millie pressed on.
Undeterred by the noise generated by the chair's movement, Millie continued to
exert her resolve.
Approaching Emerie’s workspace, Millie halted.
Slightly perturbed by Millie's scrutiny, Emerie turned her head impatiently.
“What's the matter?”
With a composed demeanor, Millie leisurely placed a bottle of hand sanitizer onto
her desk.
“Emerie, consider this hand sanitizer a gift from me to you.”
Millie's voice, devoid of anger, resonated with a distinct note of consideration.
Emerie’s guilt was palpable as she blinked at the sight of the hand sanitizer
bottle. Though her conscience weighed heavily, she remained resolute in her
decision to withhold any admission of her involvement in both the chair incident
and the hand sanitizer spill.
Emerie’s retort carried a certain vehemence, her words laced with a facetious
tone.
“Who needs this? Do you think I can’t manage it on my own?”
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Maintaining her innocence, Millie nodded affirmatively.
“There really are quite a few. I'm not exaggerating.”