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Lucas and Sheila walked in like a newlywed couple.

All eyes were on them; some couldn't believe what they saw; the clothes they were wearing were screaming wealth.

Lydia rolled her eyes toone side as she saw them and muttered, “Lucas and Drama, who did he want to impress? He wore a fake designer to feel among them.”

Two ladies who had attacked Sheila came before them and stopped them from moving forward.

“Where do you think you are going? You have heard that the CEO won't make it here today, and you invited your pauper boyfriend to show up with fake designers,” one of the ladies told them.

“Stay out of our way,” Sheila warned them, but they refused.

“You and your stinky boyfriend should leave this venue now before we disrespect you.”

A sly grin escaped from the corner of Lucas' mouth as she watched them rant.

“It is obvious that you ladies are tired of working here; you will soon be served your relief of appointments,” Lucas said.

“Who is he that will serve us relief from duty?”

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