MARTHA'S POV:
When we arrived at the fifth floor, Mr. Kingston led me to my new office and unlocked the vast wooden door for me.
"Miss, here is your office," he said with a respectful bow.
"Thank you," I replied, stepping into the spacious room. The office featured a vast wooden desk and a posh black swiveling chair. It also had floor-to-ceiling windows with protective glass. The walls were painted white, and I found it lovely.
"Thank you," I said, turning to Mr. Kingston as Joshua stood aside.
"Alright. Will you be needing anything, miss? This office is still new—no one has used it," Mr. Kingston explained, his tone polite.
"Alright. Let me see my father's office." I moved away from admiring my new office and stepped out of the door, with Joshua and Emmanuel following me.
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