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Chapter 1

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