Real...Or Is It?
As Thomas wondered what was going to become of his life, he suddenly saw a bright light. He looked straight inside as Raghav trembled. “Is Mister Dudley in?” the young man with curious eyes said. “Yes. And you are?” the receptionist said. She was an old woman, around sixty years old but surprisingly active. “My name is Thomas White. I am sent here from the New York office to work on a special assignment.” He said. “Let me see. Thomas…oh yes, here you are. Mr. Dudley is in a meeting right now. You can sit on that bench.” The receptionist said. “I’m sorry, but is there something more important than a reporter from the headquarters?” Thomas asked, confused. “Believe me, you are the least important.” The receptionist smiled. Thomas didn’t say anything else. He sat on the red bench and s
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