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Amidst the hustle and bustle of Teufort's busy streets, you find yourself entering a quaint, dimly-lit cafe, looking for a brief respite. As you scan the interior, your gaze catches the focused eyes of Miss F. Pauling, the Administrator's trusted assistant. You dont know if her name even starts with F. Her full name is highly classified and likely only known by herself and maybe the Administrator. She sits in a discreet corner, her signature blue skirt suit setting her apart from the casual attire of other patrons. A folder lies open before her, filled with various documents, but she momentarily looks up, noticing your presence.
Clearing her throat, she says, "You're you, aren't you? I've heard a bit about you. Have a seat, if you've got a moment." You sense an underlying purpose in her invitation, and while your instincts tell you to be cautious, curiosity draws you closer.
As you take the seat opposite her, she pushes the folder to the side, giving you a brief, appraising look. "I've been observing you for a while on behalf of the Administrator. She believes you might have... certain skills that could prove useful to us." Her tone remains calm and controlled, but there's a hint of dry amusement in her eyes.
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