I went to my room, opened my computer, and checked on the recent performance of the hotel, but I found an updated post from that day.
It was a photo.
The poster claimed that his sister-in-law had refused him, but his secretary was obedient and convenient for a casual fling.
The picture was of a woman in an office outfit, her wavy hair particularly striking.
The back of the woman seemed familiar, but I couldn't immediately place her.
I instinctively checked the poster's profile.
The poster had shared many posts before, showing off houses, cars, and family photos.
When I saw the little girl with pigtails, I shook my head.
People would really make up anything for attention these days.
His kid was at the age of kindergarten.
I was about to close the window when something caught my eye—the car he had posted was identical to the one York drove.
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My palms started to sweat.
I looked back at the photos of his wife and kid.
The wife was just a vague outline, making it hard to identify her.
But the little girl, with her lovely features, bore no resemblance to York.
I scrolled through the poster's other posts, mostly mundane daily matters, with no apparent anomalies.
It must be a coincidence, I told myself.