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Dahlia would be sat in the chair at the head of the table, shuffling documents slowly and with palpable interest before meticulously placing each in its correct file. Her fingers hovered over the shelf before pulling at one instinctively. Her eyes scanned the label and she smiled, a tiny smile of triumph. "Ah, Miss López." She murmured, carefully bringing up a few holograms of Lyra for her to look at.
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