Chapter 16
They were led into a small office, it smelled of stale air and cheap room freshener. A metal table sat in the center, two plastic chairs on one side and a cushioned one on the other. The man behind the desk looked ordinary enough, mid-forties, neatly dressed, a polite smile already in place like it had been practiced.
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