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... an sat behind the dark mahogany desk peering down at a stack of documents, his expression gloomier than the weather on a rainy day.
His grim look made even the bright light streaming in from the floor to ceiling window appear out of place.
When Johnson pushed open the door to the President’s office, he was immediately engulfed by the melancholic atmosphere.
He stood still, hesitating for a moment, not sure whether he should go back out or say something.
"Speak," o ...
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