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    “Do you know where my dad’s office is? I haven’t been here before.”


    Charlie nodded, saying, “I know the way; just follow me confidently.”


    Meanwhile, Hank was anxiously pacing in his office.


    With his only daughter far away in Syria,


    the uncertainty of her safety weighed heavily on him. Charlie had not provided any updates,


    leaving Hank in the dark about whether his daughter could escape this perilous situation.


    His worry was evident, causing him to lose focus and make mistakes while teaching today.


    Feeling utterly mentally exhausted, Hank resolved that if he received no news about his daughter today,


    he would take a leave of absence and fly to Syria himself.


    He understood that even if he made the journey, he might not be able to rescue her,


    nor even reach the location where she was held, yet he still longed to be closer to her,


    hoping it might provide him with a bit of sce.


    Just as his thoughts spiraled, a sudden knock at the door startled him.


    His chaotic thoughts were interrupted, and he made his way to the door, reaching out to open it.


    Upon opening the door, he was greeted by a young, stylish woman standing outside,


    though her mask concealed her face. Confused, he asked, “Hello, how can I help you?”


    Hank failed to recognize the young woman before him.


    It wasn’t that he and his daughter were estranged,


    but rather that Ziva Hank had never donned such fashionable and feminine attire.


    Typically, Ziva favored simple and casual clothing, rarely opting for skirts. Having graduated from Stanford University,


    her wardrobe mirrored that of Silicon Valley techies,


    consisting mostly of T-shirts and jeans in summer, and sweaters with down jackets in winter.<fn4726> The rightful source is f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn4726>


    The woman before him, however, exuded elegance and a keen sense of style, which seemed worlds apart from Ziva’s usual look.


    Hank’s mind was clouded; he couldn’t fathom that his daughter could be here,


    as he subconsciously believed she was thousands of kilometers away in Syria.


    Unbeknownst to her father, Ziva was taken aback by his failure to recognize her.


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