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The reception area is plush, chairs

covered in luxurious fabrics, colorful

paintings, large windows that light up the

space. The receptionist is a tall, caramel-

skinned beauty, with long, chestnut hair

which runs in a loose plait down her

back. She wears a beige suit which

compliments her skin tone and has hazel

eyes. She smiles at me brightly as I

approach her glass desk.

"I'm Mrs. Haines," I offer.