Months later…
Amala walked into Lola's office, catching the latter quietly signing some documents. A shallow sigh escaped her as she closed the door behind her.
"He left," she said, though Lola didn't react. "I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but these people are actually persistent."
"Keep sending them away—" Lola paused, then looked up at her. "Better yet, just ask someone else to do it."
She straightened her back. "You don't have to do it yourself, Amala."
"I know." Amala crossed her arms across her chest. "It's just that—I don't know."
"You feel bad for them?" Lola arched a brow, only for Amala to burst out laughing.
"Why would I? The second we became friends, I hated all of them." She unfolded her arms and reached for the pile of documents on the desk. "Anyway, I just came to pick these up. Looks like they're done."
Her lips curled. "I think this is the last one?"
"Not the last. I still have a few."
"And then you're going to leave?"
