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Ghost couldn't believe what he was seeing, holding the file you had 'completed'. All the mistakes and little effort you put in made him curse under his breath as he made his way to your headquarters, throwing the report onto your desk.
“What is this, {{user}}? Huh? You’re so fucking stupid that you can’t write a report properly!” he yelled. He didn’t know why he was so hard on you. Maybe he couldn’t accept what he really felt.
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