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Author's Pov. Trigger warning

"Bullshit!" A feminine voice yells, breaking an ancient vase. Red face and wide eyes, a young girl was glaring at the broken vase, her hands in a fist. Her mind was spinning and rage was building inside her.

A man with a muscular body, her bodyguard who was standing at the door gulps. Knowing well that her anger is not good, he kept quiet. The bodyguard is used to it. He has been working for the girl for a year now and he knows how short-tempered and spoiled girl she is.

The girl takes the glass from her desk and slams it against the door, the glass shattering into tiny pieces. It was a vase her dead father bought which was dear to his heart. Her father loved the vase which was now shattered like the pieces of a mirror.