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Letta immediately pursed her lips upon seeing the irritating expression Mia always directed at her whenever she begged for something. "I can't, Mia," Letta said wearily, causing Mia to cup her hands.

"Come on, isn't the way to your house one way? I'm sure this won't take up more than ten minutes of your time. You just have to hand over all this data to Andra," Mia said again, leaving Letta silent as she looked at the brown folder Mia was offering her.

It wasn't that she didn't want to meet Andra or make a stop at the restaurant. It was who Andra was with that made Letta reluctant to drop by and help her friend.

"Mia, I really need to get home quickly. I'm not feeling well at all, so could you just call Andra and tell her to pick it up herself?" Letta said, making Mia shake her head.

"The thing is, Andra hasn't been picking up my calls since earlier. I've been trying to reach her several times, and right now, she needs it because Mr. Marco has been asking for this data, and she stupidl