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Sam pushed his chair backwards quickly

and viciously away from his fake marble-

textured, white painted wooden desk. Even

though its legs were finished with black,

smooth rubber wheels these still caused a

howling screech as the oak-designed floor

of the room tried to resist, unsuccessfully,

being refashioned with deep, undesirable

tread marks. The sound bounced on and

off the bleached white walls of the

cavernous, crowded, but otherwise deadly

quiet hall like office that he was sitting in.

This sat on the top of a towering, grey