"It's almost half past seven, give me that document, let me help you work on it so you can finish it quickly," said Nike, who suddenly arrived without Citra realizing it. It was seen that the woman only cast a flat gaze at Nike for a moment, before finally focusing back on her computer screen."It's good that you've come to your senses. I guess, as long as I'm not here, all this work is also intentionally neglected by you, right? You let a lot of work pile up on purpose," Citra retorted scathingly. The man who had just picked up his laptop, seemed to place the rectangular object with a heavy heart near the woman. As always, that woman spoke with great damage. The Ulti that the woman said, never missed, always hitting the enemy or the target she was aiming for. "I do everything. That's fine, you know what I do. But, as long as you're not here, I'm taking your place by taking on your entire role for real. I did it," Nike retorted, seemingly unaccepting of the woman's lack of work.
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