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Anyone missing the office yet? Maybe this piece will help in this remote climate :)
They followed him through a maze of corridors that looked almost identical to each other. The same repetitive drab decor of sickly beige walls struck through with an almost equally as dull sea green colour. Amelia pulled her sleeve over her hand before her dripping wrist started to add a vibrant colour to the room. Eventually they exited the building and entered another sister one set hidden behind, albeit this extension had a less exciting exterior, resembling a small block of flats. Following the hum of low chatter and ambient noise they entered an cold stairwell which took them to the second floor. Amelia didn’t know what to expect from the precinct, but as they entered an open planned area she saw uniformed men and women hovering over wired phones, bent over papers or glued to monitors. Flower pots were scattered around the office in an attempt to liven up the space, though everyone was very solemn. The hustle and bustle she had seen in the government approved tv shows was nothing like the reality.