A pregnant woman stepped into Azmar's company. She walked towards the inquiry counter."Excuse me, can I see Sir Azmar?""Sir Azmar? Who are you, miss?"The well-dressed woman in uniform asked. She thought of something."I...I'm Fiqah...his friend..I..really want to see him now."She stammered. Fidgeting every time she uttered words."Ahm, if that's the case, wait a minute."He quickly picked up the phone and dialled Azmar's number. His call was immediately answered."Good afternoon, sir. Miss Fiqah is here to meet you.""I'm busy right now. Talk to her, I don't have time to see her."Azmar in the call said."Okay, sir."His is placed behind."I'm sorry, miss... Sir Azmar said he's busy now. I'm sorry, miss.."The woman said politely. Fiqah, who was heavily pregnant, changed her expression to disappointment. She left the inquiry counter with a heavy step. Her thoughts wandered. Then her steps stopped. She remembered something.'Don't see me again...Just pretend we never met.''I hate y
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