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I checked at the front desk for records because I said I would. I didn’t expect them to have anything, and I wasn’t disappointed. The real reason I’d come was to see Sue Ellen. I had downplayed what she had to offer to get Richard off my back, but I had high hopes. My timing was perfect—lunchtime once again, so I headed over to the cafeteria.
Stepping inside the administration building at WFC, a hallway stretched before me. It was lined by bulletin boards and a few closed doors on the right, the glass wall and doors of the cafeteria to the left. Two of the cafeteria’s three interior walls were made of glass, framed but otherwise completely translucent. As you reached the end of the hallway and turned left, the cafeteria’s other glass wall remained to your left, and there was a small s
