Naira's frustration flared, and her voice trembled with a mix of anger and exasperation as she addressed Melvin. "Melvin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Her teeth were gritted, her eyes ablaze with intensity, as she confronted her husband.Before Melvin could muster a response, Jess, a sudden intrusion into the escalating tension, chimed in. "Look, Naira, your useless husband is fighting with me." Jess spoke with a hint of superiority, adjusting his disheveled collar and meticulously dusting off the creases on his sleeves.Melvin, seething with anger, retorted, "Mind your language," his voice dripping with irritation. He made a menacing move toward Jess, as if he were about to grab the man's collar once more. But Naira, with a swift, firm tug, pulled him back."Enough, Melvin," Naira snapped, her tone resolute. "This is not a battleground; it's my office. Behave yourself." Her voice commanded authority, and the strength of her grip left no room for argument.Melvin's eyes l
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