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... towered over the large mahogany desk, forming what could only be described as a bureaucratic nightmare.
Marcellus, seated at the head of the table, groaned in frustration, raking his hands through his hair. "Ugh!! I hate paperwork!" His voice echoed through the room, but no one came to save him.
Across from him, Cedric slumped in his chair, his expression equally pained. Meanwhile, their personal maids remained composed. Lithia, standing beside Marcellus, exuded a calm, reassuri ...
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