Chapter 42

As Bryson spun around, he found Dora standing behind him. Her expression soured upon confirming his identity. "What are you doing here, loser?" she asked, her disdain evident in her disgusted stare.

"Well, I can ask you the same thing," Bryson retorted, injecting a touch of pompousness into his tone, challenging her condescending attitude.

Dora rolled her eyes, releasing a chuckle. "Look at you talking to me with such a tone. Now I've confirmed once again how stupid losers like you can be." She flung her hair dismissively and glanced at the receptionist, who was attempting to caution her. "Let me guess right. You're here to seek for a job, Bryson."

Bryson, not letting her provocations unsettle him, responded, "Is that what you think?"

"Obviously. I'm sure you're looking for a job not other than a cleaner," she asserted, attempting to belittle his aspirations.

"I see," Bryson acknowledged, maintaining a level-headed demeanor.

Dora continued her verbal assault, criticizing his a
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