Oliver finally stopped showing up, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, I realized that when it came to him, neither the excitement nor the pain existed anymore. All that remained when faced with his delayed affection was awkwardness.

I thought my life had returned to normal, but to my surprise, the troublesome clients continued to appear.

I had a nagging suspicion that Oliver had spoken the truth this time; these people really had nothing to do with him.

During training sessions, they kept hitting me hard. The boss insisted that I "be more tolerant" with the clients, which led me to consider quitting this job.

Perhaps...