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passionate artists. She had a low resistance to this kind of beauty. She quickly scanned the titles of the books. She found obscure philosophical topics, every treatise on religion, war, military tactics, guns, geography, astronomy, mythology, and ancient medicines.
The focus of the room was on the wall opposite the door. It was a massive oak desk. It was as rich and perfect as everything else in the room. The desk top had an odd assortment of business tools that included a quill pen and ink well, a solid-gold ballpoint pen and an iMac computer.
On the wall, behind the desk, towards the left and right of the desk were two twelve-foot-tall windows, with window seats and full-length, heavy, ruby-colored brocade drapes.
It appeared that the room was made in the heavens. On the other side of the room, opposite the fireplace, were three flat- top glass displays, showing items that appeared old and valuable, wooden soldiers, train-car memorabilia, and antique guns.
Only a few people had seen this room, and Mia, as a humble food server at the legendary Owl’s Nest Costume Party, was now one of them. She was standing next to the desk as the library door opened and Robert Mercer entered with Steve Bannon.
Panicking, Mia slipped behind one of the window drapes and just waited, hoping they would leave shortly without noticing her.
She was now trapped, hiding behind a heavy drape behind Robert Mercer’s desk, with Steve Bannon seated across from him.
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