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‘Ding!’

The brass doorbell over the front door chimed.

“We’re clos-” a brunette woman cleaning the tinted windows of the abandoned café, immediately froze in place her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Her gaze now fixated on the platinum card which was in the hands of a calm and collected man. His trimmed beard neatly aligned closely to his sharp jawline, a sense of uniform as his dark coal-like hair parted artistically, in two halves down his proportionate forehead. A sense of seriousness radiating from his aura, reinforced by the glare and demeanour present in his fierce black pupils. The suit and tie he adorned perfectly matched his mannerism in every detail.

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“I’m extremely sorry, Sir!” the woman immediately responded in a drastically flustered state. Her pale green eyes darted around the room in a panic, as she hurriedly adjusted her posture multiple times, fidgeting with her blue apron. Finally deciding to reach down her shirt to pull out a card similar to that held by the formally dressed man. The glare emitting from the dim light revealed the card to be one of Indium. The phrase ‘PKPIRESAORHE’ is carefully etched and embroidered neatly into the corner of the card.

The suited gentleman then made his way towards the female and stretched out his hand, which was immediately clasped by the female. A grin now beginning to grow on the face of the refined man.

“Miss Parker, if you would be so kind as to call your super intendant.” He uttered, his voice filled with authority and dominance his request sounding more like a command. Miss Parker with a quick nod, began to make her way behind the counter towards the staff-only section of the store, tucking away a thin loose strand of hair, behind her ear.