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As Lugard reappeared, the scene shifted, slowly turning into a room with a lovely carved door. He knocked gently and entered without waiting, surprising an elderly lady engrossed in paperwork. She looked at him with displeasure, asking why he disturbed her so early.
Madam Algia's office exuded an elegant charm, each element bathed in a pristine white hue that bestowed an aura of purity and sophistication. The walls, adorned with intricately carved moldings, framed the room in an ethereal brightness. Delicate white curtains billowed gently in the subtle breeze, allowing soft rays of light to filter through, casting a serene glow across the space.
A grand, antique desk took center stage, its surface immaculately polished to a pristine shine. The intricate patterns carved into the legs and edges spoke of craftsmanship from a bygone era. Papers neatly arranged in white folders adorned the desk, a testament to the meticulous nature of Madam Algia's work.
