Susan was seated in her office, and she was going through some documents on her table. The office was built with fresh air and health as a priority. As such, air from the outside arrived in floor vents and left through the ceiling directly above. Susan had the appearance of soul fire sparking against the ice, and there's a tale of anger on her face. Her look tells of pain, as much as any who wears their heart on their sleeve. When she was about to lean back on the chair she's seated in, someone knocked on her door, unexpectedly. "Come in!" Her voice sounds harsh. A young man who is about 5ft tall, with fair, and delicate skin walks into the office. Though he has the look of an honest soul on his face, there was still hardness to his appearance, a kind of frigid, joined to confidence. "Oh, it's you, Anthony!" Susan sat properly, immediately he enters. "I'm here to report some findings to you, ma'am..." Anthony said, with a deep, hoarse voice while still standing. "What is
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