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He scanned her to get her state of mind, and noticed that she was calm. She was not putting on her night wears like him, who was in his pajamas even before she came back.

“Are you through?” “Yes, Mr. Benedict,” she responded calmly.

“Kindly take your seat,” he offered, and signaled her to the double couch beside her.

“Thank you,” she said, and sat straight with her shoulders back and her head held up. Tony took his seat on the single couch beside him. He looked at her beautiful face, which was the only part of her body that was exposed. Suddenly, he remembered that he did not really know what he wanted to discuss with her or, he was not aware of how to start. Since she was in front of him, he had to say something.

“How are you, Susan?” He began.

“I'm fine, Sir.” She looked into his eyes and answered.

“Are you certain that you are fine.”

“Certainly. I'm fine,” she responded with a mild smile.

“Okay. If I'm your elder brother, what will you tell me about your marriage?”

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