They gave a dress to the silent cleaning lady. She wrote them her story that brought tears to their eyes.
The office door slammed open with a deafening crash, hitting the wall so hard that the freshly painted surface immediately dented ugly. In the doorway stood the director like a thundercloud — Arkady Sergeyevich Glebov. His face was flushed a deep crimson, and a blue vein bulged on his forehead, pulsing with rage. His eyes, […]
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