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The doctor's note clearly stated she needed to rest for three days. But being a hard worker and unable to stay still at home, Marta was back to work on the third day. It was the last day she was supposed to rest.

"Huh? You're back to work? Are you sure you're fully recovered?" Thomas asked, quite surprised to find Marta sitting at her desk. As usual, after checking in on the second floor, Thomas preferred taking the stairs. It allowed him to greet the staff along the way.

"I am, sir," Marta smiled, her eyes, which had been admiring Thomas, now shifted to Thomas's belongings. His helmet and jacket seemed to have become his regular accessories in his hands. "Always riding a motorcycle now, sir?"

Thomas just smiled. "Using our car might make me late, Marta."

The word 'our' that Thomas just mentioned was like an arrow that pierced Marta mercilessly. But what could she do? This man had already decided where his sympathies lay. What could Marta do? Fight for it