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Show 83 know why the hell my office's being moved, I haven't agreed to any such thing." "Just a moment, sir." The voice is young, polite. There is a long pause; he sits in Liller's chair, doodles on the notepad on Liller's desk. He sees the thick stack of the manuscript of his Defense, hidden under many piles of other papers; it has not been typed. The voice returns. "I've checked the records, sir. There was no objection from your office, we've contacted them about it twice." Robeck draws a vicious doodle on Liller's notepad, gets up, takes his manuscript, and leaves. |