He failed to grasp the intended message.
Reaching the end of the corridor, Marcus sought a cigarette in his pocket but came up empty-handed.
Abandoning the pursuit, he lowered his hand.
Recognizing his sour mood, Sylvia summoned the courage to console him.
âTheyâve known each other since childhood.
Thereâs bound to be a connection.
It doesnât necessarily meanâ¦â
âIt doesnât necessarily mean anything significant.
â
Marcus offered a faint smile.
âI wonât let it get to me.
â
Inclining his head, Marcus inquired about the upcoming business trip.
Sylvia, internally sighing, responded, âThe soonest flight to Livebop is in three days.
However, Iâve secured a ticket for next Friday.
Considering the remote location, we need to address the company matters properly before setting off.
â
Marcus offered no objection.
He stood there for approximately two minutes before departing.
Sylvia could only sigh.
Melissa awoke to find it was already four in the afternoon.
The ward carried a subtle aroma of food.
While pleasant, Melissa found herself devoid of any appetite.
Her longing to see Marcus intensified.
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Sylvia remained in attendance, presenting the food with a smile.
âFeeling any better?â
Melissa gazed at Sylvia with a distant expression.
Eventually, she inquired softly, âWhere is Marcus?â
Sylvia responded, âMr.
Fowler has gone to the company.
â
After contemplating for a moment, Sylvia opted to share the news with Melissa.
âMr.
Fowler has resolved to spend at least a year at Livebop.
The flightâs on next Friday.
Melissa, if you truly care for him, you canât let him depart for Livebop without you; or maybe you should consider going along with him.
â
Numerous variables would come into play over the course of a year.
The future remained uncertain.
Melissa, taken aback, mumbled, âIs he going there because of me?â
Sylvia sighed.
âNot entirely.
Mr.
Fowler has harbored a desire to assume control of that company for a while, but he hasnât identified a suitable candidate to take charge of things there.
This opportunity presented itself, prompting his decision.
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