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The girl had no choice but to enter first. The office was huge, but at the same time very cozy. Rows of books from floor to ceiling occupied countless shelves. Some had magazines and catalogs on them. «Apparently, I’ll have to work with them…», – Mellie had thought. There was a full-length table by the huge panoramic window. «It’s not very smart to sit near such a window, considering how the owner is afraid of an assassination attempt. This is a great target, even a blind man will not miss!», – this thought flashed automatically, because the easiest way to fulfill the order was excluded. Another table was located slightly to the side. It was smaller, in the form of a horseshoe, with a laptop, an organizer and a printer. «Probably, this is my workplace…», – Mellie stated to herself. The heavy peach-colored curtains were pushed in beautiful waves into the corners. There was even more sunlight in the cabinet. It seemed like she could swim in it, like in a warm sea. The parquet, polished to a shine, sparkled all over from the sunbeams. Mellie saw her reflection in the parquet, as in a mirror. And when she raised her eyes to the ceiling, she gasped. There was no ceiling! More precisely, it was, but made of solar mirrors! It took her a while to figure it out! She had never seen such a thing anywhere before.

Due to the abundance of sunlight and the striking beauty and grandeur of the situation, the girl did not notice the man at all. He was sitting at a large table in a comfortable chair with half a turn to the window.

– Mellie… A beautiful name, and it suits you very well, – the voice was quiet, enveloping and the same as everything around, soothing.

The guest almost jumped in surprise for the second time in a short time. «What kind of place is this, it’s just enchanted!», – she was angry at herself for her inexcusable absent-mindedness. Although the brain was still clearly and quickly fixing everything around, there was a feeling of some unreality, as if she was looking at an iridescent postcard – here is a clear image, and everything is clear, but you turn a little, and everything slips away, changes, and you have a completely different picture in front of you. Mellie shook her head resolutely and promised herself not to disperse, briefly noting that her movement did not go unnoticed. There were enough cameras here. In her opinion, there were even an abundance of cameras. And all of them diligently turned their glass heads, accompanying every sigh, every flutter of eyelashes. It was already starting to make her feel a little queasy, but the nausea was immediately forgotten, as Millie began to study the man sitting in front of her with interest.