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"Goddamn it!" Arthur threw a tantrum. He threw away everything on his current desk. The small room was less than a quarter of the size of the director's office at JF Groups before. "Why don't you just kill me in front of everyone, huh?"

Arthur's breath caught in his throat. He stared at the picture of his dad, who was still looking fit in one corner of the room. With eyes burning with anger, Arthur approached. He picked up the picture of his dad and slammed it down.

"Stop smiling like you're mocking me, dad! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're teaching your son a sneaky way to get everything, aren't you? I really can't believe it! What the fuck with everything!"

Arthur looked up, then paced in front of his desk that was no longer filled with files. Occasionally, he would glance at his dad's picture and kick it quite hard. The broken picture frame of his dad soon hit the suddenly opened door.

 

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