XXI. The Answer
A weighted thud reverberated through the greyish lobby and shook the thin office doors when a statuesque figure dressed in all black paced through the hallway. His dark suit contrasted with the pale walls, framing a giant ink blot that scurried across the giant canvas wall.
“Hello, Madam?” the visitor asked knocking on the hallway’s last door.
His speech left deep cracks in the drab door that was absent of color.
“Mr. Straz, is that you? I’ve been waiting for quite some time,” a smooth, delicate voice said from behind the door.
“Come in.”
“Madam Prime Minister, it’s a pleasure to return. I’ll be concise, I have some unexpected news,” the hulking figure said while bowing with his hands behind his back.
“Oh, come now. I’m sure it’s not as surprising as you make it seem
