William's help

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“My fiancé knew I was intoxicated, so he came to get me!" Monica, perched on the side of the bed, answered.

“I failed to notice any farmers present, nor did I encounter any bullock carts parked in the parking lot,” Mark chimed over the phone as he munched a slice of apple relaxedly.

“Sounds like you're free to talk gibberish with me, but I'm having headaches that are becoming worse with your comments. How about you call me another time?"

Monica grumbled as she stared at the closed door, puzzled as to what William had been doing there for so long. But it was fine because she needed to use the loo first.

“Unfortunately, I am not free, but I was worried about you earlier. Your training may not be able to begin today due to Hanson's and the company's complete leave of absence, but I will contact you if there is any chance I may hear from you,” stated Mark.

“Hmm! I will be appreciative of you. By the way, did I fall last night somewhere?" Monica asked, reaching behind her to touc