Taj Mahal Cafe. It doesn’t exist at all!
I wonder why this place left me so much memories. I dreamt of my former lady bosses, somehow they came to haunt me again.
Lately I’m torn between getting my existing duties done right and proposing a fix for an upcoming responsibility. Then I realize I’m overseeing 5 different trades, from a daily magazine, quarterly publication, trading, fashion to commercial property.
My brain is working non-stop and I really, really need a break. I don’t know how did I get myself into so much of mess.
Somebody, seriously come and save me.
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