21

That dark city in the middle of the constant drizzle, which covered the entire territory, seeing the sinister atmosphere of dense fog, in which everyone was involved in their end of year celebrations.

On a large table in the middle of a nefarious environment, a baleful house, which was a large place in the middle of a supernatural city.

That young woman, who was sitting around a table, already set, where she stopped biting her pen and returned our greeting, half shy, half irritated, with her tutors' colleagues.

— Then I'll be done for today, at least for a while. – Meanwhile, Mrs. Aslaug said with a sweet smile, even if deceptive, even though my work will never be completed.

- So where were you, Nadjha?

- In which she presents her compliments to Mr. Swallow and asks...

- So, where is Nadjha? – He questioned her.

- That would be what she asks for. – So, Mrs. Aslaug was asking, in which she was reporting some data, in which she was dictating.