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... esk; even seated, his figure remained tall and imposing.
His legs were crossed lazily, and his right hand was tapping on the desk, as if calculating something.
The computer in front of him was on, and by the side, the fax machine was steadily churning out pages densely packed with words.
The new fax machine worked quietly, so much so that Skye Brown hadn’t expected anyone to be sitting outside when she opened the door!
"Dylan Wellington, how dare you show up..." < ...
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