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Until Our Last Breath

Chapter 2 Dismissal

Word Count: 1135    |    Released on: 27/03/2025

s two vigilant guards stationed at his office ent

ill I provide for my children?" Evelyn's tears flow

ue, Brenda embraced her warmly and

issue with one of your children?" Brenda i

and proceeded to explain the ev

spicable driver," Bre

h her, "Please help me, Miss Brenda. This job is my only means

s. "That man doesn't strike me as someone who would take back his wor

h wave of tears, her sho

g on how to assist Evelyn. Suddenly, she

he exclaimed, clutching Eve

s she sniffed and eager

visited last year and admired your work?

a was referring to. "The man with long hair who ac

s palms coming together in sheer

im, Evelyn? Your designs are adored by him and

orget how that man had pestered her that day, incessantly b

ught that this man, who acted almost li

ld be absolutely ecstatic to have you on board," Brenda interje

was already speaking

iant designer is going to work with me? Me?!" Quinn exclaime

you like her to come in so the two of

goodness, Brenda. You have no idea what this means to me," Quinn's emotional voi

our office address so she can come see you soon," B

nda?" Evelyn broke down into tears

Evelyn's hair. "The only way to repay me is to always re

. She slowed her pace and stole one last glance at the fac

ve it. She had worked th

began working at Glamour Designs and Textiles. And just as abruptly as it

uel twist

ute breath as she resumed her walk. However, her determined

cle that had splashed mud all over her dress

ushed towards the car, parked a

as if to reassure herself that she wasn't mistaken and thi

and pounded on the driver's side door upon rea

less driver!" Evelyn demanded, continuin

rom the car, looking bewilde

it even more confusing as to why she wo

of assistance?" the young man, around thirty yea

d her dress earlier in the day would

a j

e any idea what you did to my dress this morning? Your recklessn

t her temper in s

ed at all and appeared to alre

rm you that I was not the reckless driver who ruined yo

etched in her expression. "What?" she excl

anger, but I can assure you I wasn't the one behind the wheel. My bo

mysterious boss was. But before she could inquire

going

heir heads simultaneously, spotting

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