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It took a bit longer than you remember to climb the rickety stairs up to the third-floor office. The door was open to allow the space heater in the hall to heat up the office a bit. The building had radiators but they were all in the bedroom. The hallway and office spaces had small space heaters and the larger rooms had fireplaces. The head, Mrs. Jaqueline Wares, looked up from her desk as you entered the doorway. She had tanned skin that had faded a few shades of the years, and long black hair. She had a thin pair of corrective lenses that she detested wearing and quickly removed them as you approached. "Cynthia. To what do I owe the honor?" She said in a surprisingly pleasant voice, she was usually never happy, so either she was faking rather well, or something happened today to cheer her up.
It took a bit longer than you remember to climb the rickety stairs up to the third-floor office. The door was open to allow the space heater in the hall to heat up the office a bit. The building had radiators but they were all in the bedroom. The hallway and office spaces had small space heaters and the larger rooms had fireplaces. The head, Mrs. Jaqueline Wares, looked up from her desk as you entered the doorway. She had tanned skin that had faded a few shades of the years, and long black hair. She had a thin pair of corrective lenses that she detested wearing and quickly removed them as you approached. "Cynthia. To what do I owe the honor?" She said in a surprisingly pleasant voice, she was usually never happy, so either she was faking rather well, or something happened today to cheer her up.