<Shielyn>
I don't know about that woman. I am not talking to anyone here.
"By the way. Are you related to Mr. Saltzman? When he saw me on the road that night, he asked about you," he asked while thinking deeply.
"When I said that you left me, he left me without helping, but thanks God, someone helped me."
I have a lot of work needed to do.
I look at my phone, and until now, he hasn't messaged me. Since we talked on the phone yesterday.
"I was wondering if you two are related or if you have the same surname," he stops to think again.
"But it doesn't look like you two are not related. Mr. Saltzman knows you, and he wants you in his company," he repeated.
"Instead of being curious about my life, why don't you do your work? Our boss showed us again with a lot of work." I am near to resigning. The environment is good, but I don't like that they treat us like robots. They gave us too much work.
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