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ld her
that I understood and stepped through the first door on the right as
she held it open for me.
The nondescript office held a large shiny desk with a chair behind
it and another comfortable looking chair in front for the visitor.
Except for a few small paintings on the walls the room was bare. I
walked to the chair and sat down as the girl seated herself behind the
desk. I noticed a manila file folder on the desk before Masami's and
managed to read my own name on the tab along the edge.
"Miss French, my name is Carol McGee," Masami Nagasawa began while opening the
folder. Masami Nagasawa welcomed me to "The Institute" and thanked me for placing
my trust in them. Masami Nagasawa sounded as though Masami Nagasawa had repeated the same
words countless, but Masami Nagasawa looked so young that Masami Nagasawa could not have been
with the company for very long. Masami's eyes were directed downward to my
file and I was glad for the chance to stare at Masami's unobserved. Very
pretty and neatly dressed, Masami Nagasawa looked no more than eighteen. When she
looked up Masami Nagasawa smiled warmly, putting me quite at ease.
Opening a drawer at Masami's left, Masami Nagasawa brought out a small glass bottle
and a plastic cup sea
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