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A slim, older woman, wearing a snug black turtleneck sweater, tailored black pants, heeled leather boots with a red sole that flashed with each step, and an oversized mink fur coat draped over her shoulders, stalked through the hallway like a woman on a mission.
With gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on her nose, the perfectly cut French bob not moving a single inch despite her fast-walking speed, and blood red lipstick perfectly painted on unsmiling lips, as she marched through the hallways, leaving behind the woody scent of tobacco mixed with expensive perfume in her trail.
And surrounding her were staff members who both chased and flew out of her way in terror.
"Ma'am, please slow down."
"Miss, please wait…You can't go there…."
"No, not there either. Please just stand still and tell me what you need!"
Eventually, the woman ran into a dead end, but before the staff chasing her could celebrate her stopping, her red lips parted.
"Sabine."
