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The conference room was illuminated by windows in the wall to Harry's left, each one casting light upon a long wooden table where chairs were haphazardly positioned. It was always his practice to be the first one present at any meeting; it gave him a chance to watch everyone file in.
Mark Robinson, a tall man in a gray suit with hair that was slowly turning silver strode in first and took the chair nearest Harry. The man was a high-ranking official with the CBSA and took the job of enforcing Canada's borders quite seriously.
Mary Flemming was next, a plump woman in a black skirt and matching blouse. Her dark hair was tied back with a clip, and the thick glasses she wore looked as if they might crush her nose. Of all the people he had met since taking this job, Mary was the most agreea
