Chapter 9

"Decision letter for dismissal of employees. The names are Fisal Pratama and Freska Ariska."

I didn't know how to describe the look on the faces of Fisal and his wife, jet black or bright red? All mixed into one.

Likewise, the look on Rita's face, which was polished with luxurious make-up, as a result of paying for salon services, turned red as if she had eaten a kilo of chilies. A little girl who was still young, but whose attitude was so unkind, deserves this kind of learning. Not just him, but all of them.

I hope they were aware of their abusive attitude towards people. Isn't mutual respect much more beautiful? Because we were the same in the eyes of God.

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After giving a speech and reading the decision letter, Luna and I rushed home. The event was still going on even without the bride, groom, and us.

I hurriedly started the car and drove it. The car continued to drive through the bustle of vehicles until we finally arrived at the house.