Daphne walked down the long, dark hallway to Leon's office.
His office was located on the highest floor of the packhouse alongside his second-in-command's office, the rooms used for important meetings, and one bedroom for the nights he 'worked' late.
The brunette wiped her wet hands on the surface of the black baggy jeans she favoured when working in the communal gardens. Her skin-tight, damp shirt, stuck uncomfortably to her skin.
The man sent to call her had insisted that it was too urgent for her to freshen up and it left her wondering what was so important that she could not first make herself presentable.
The sun sat brightly in the sky, but the warm light was chased away by the dark colours of the hallway and the stuffed animal corpses Leon had lining the walls.
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