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THE RUSHWORTH ENTERPRISES, CALIFORNIA (XANDER’S P.O.V.) It was a busy Tuesday in the office. Everyone had their hands filled with a load of paperwork that needed to be finished by the evening. It was the end of the month, and hence the workload was just too ample for all of us. While I was immersed in managing all of the conferences from my office through my laptop, I received a call from my secretary regarding a woman who urgently wanted to speak to me. “I told you to hold my calls, Nancy.” I reminded the secretary again. I was miffed because it was hard for me to concentrate on any work and I found it quite hard to manage my work after Niti’s death. Consequently, I wasn’t particularly looking for any more disturbances. The secretary then responded, “I know, sir. But she says she kn