Part 34

Xavier came to the office alone.

His gaze was sharp, with a typical impassive face that never deviated from its expression.

"Sorry, Mr. Xavier. There's a parcel for you."

Xavier, who seemed focused on his goal of the row of desks specifically designated for staff, then turned to the receptionist's desk.

The woman had called him earlier.

Without uttering a word, Xavier immediately took the letter and continued his journey towards his delayed row of desks.

"He doesn't even know how to say thank you. At least say thanks or something; his expression is so flat. There's not a single sign of manners."

As usual, gossiping people always talked about Xavier. They seemed unwilling to accept him for who he was.

Always wanting anyone in their sight to conform to their discussions.

A long sigh escaped from Xavier's mouth as he placed his bag and the letter on his work desk.

"Why should I even bother!"

Xavier quickly dismissed the thoughts enveloping his mind. Suddenly, he found himself intrigued t

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