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While Katrina lies in bed and rolls her pillow anxiously, a knock sounds on the door. Katrina is surprised. Did Marcellus arrive early? It's still way too early to get off work. Besides, as a gentleman, Marcellus would never knock on her door without telling her beforehand. He would call her before arriving. If she isn't available, he'd wait for her downstairs. Yesterday was a fluke. Marcellus couldn't reach her because she didn't have a cell phone, so took the liberty to come over and give her one. Getting out of bed, Katrina puts on her slippers and hurries to open the door. When she opens the door, she is greeted with Farrah’s gentle smile. "Farrah! Why are you here? Don’t you have work today?" At the sight of her best friend, a smile immediately lights up her beautiful face. S