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Hearing the response, Simon obeyed, slipping through the open door into the occupied office. An office that had seen better days like everywhere else in the ministry but gradually improving its condition, no doubt in part by the woman currently spraying the room with almost a feel of outright abandon.
Almost.
"You wanted to know about the status of the atrium..." he mentioned, standing in one place as Emily continued to spray. Was it bad to be inwardly amused by the scene at hand involving one's boss? The woman essentially doing housework when he knew she was far more comfortable cleaning the clocks of dark wizards? Probably if she knew, but it wasn't like he'd not be doing his own spraying soon enough.
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