The trek ended when we made a long detour through the interior of the silent factory in semi-darkness, and climbed a wide metal staircase until we entered the offices, leaving the huge circular saws, band saws, and debarking machines behind. Inside the warehouses it smelled deliciously of wood, engine oil, and diesel smoke soaked into the walls, but as we went deeper into the offices, a sweet lemon scent became more prominent.
I was definitely not prepared to see that.
Andre suddenly got agitated, and between tearful whimpers he tried to wriggle free from me. I managed to control him. Alexander—he was the first thing that came into my field of vision when we crossed the door into a spacious office decorated in brown tones and with warm wooden panels on the walls and ceiling. My first tho
