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17: Misunderstanding
Reaching the highest floor in the building, Mystique made her way out from the elevator with a little lunch box in hand. Stepping into the floor, Mystique was surprised to find nothing in sight, not even a secretary's table but a door that must lead to the CEOs office. With a shrug, she headed towards the door and knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a lady in a short mini skirt and a blouse that was showing too much cleavage. Mystique gazed questioningly at her but the lady was busy scanning her from head to toe before rolling her eyes. She held the door opened and instructed Mystique to enter rudely.
Paying no mind to her childish behavior, Mystique stepped in but instead of a CEO's office, she was met with another hallway but this time, a secretary's table was outside a glass door. The lady went behind her desk and sat down.
"What can I do for you?" She continued with her infantile manners.
My
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