"Got it." Cyril was still thinking about what I just said, so his answer was a little vague.
I got up and was about to leave but still felt a little worried. I took the map, put it in the pocket of his suit, patted it hard, and said, "Remember, this is very important. Don't mess it up. Otherwise, don't expect me to put in a good word for you in front of Freya in the future."
When it came to Freya, I managed to get a reaction out of Cyril. "Don't worry. I won't drag you down."
"Thank you then."
"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first." Cyril stood up and said.
"Aren't you going to wait for Freya?" I thought they were going to meet and talk more.
"If she wanted to see me, she would have come out a long time ago." Cyril sighed and walked out.
I waited for a while before I walked out of the room.
As soon as I pressed the button for the elevator, Freya walked out of the elevator next to me. "Are you done?"
Nodding, I said, "If you came up earlier, you would have bumped into him."
Freya glanced at me and said, "Are you crazy? I only came up after seeing him leave."
I shrugged. No one could deny that Freya was a straightforward person. She even outrightly admitted that she was avoiding Cyril.
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