~Olivia~
We are sitting in the old office of Michael Silver-fox, which is now my father the Councillor’s office. It’s what you would expect it to look like. The walls lined with old books which nobody has probably ever read, a Persian carpet on the floor, big wooden windows on the one side, with stained glass depicting an orca whale jumping through the waves.
Weird, but okay. The desk is an old wooden desk that has probably not been moved for hundreds of years. If you look closely, it looks as if the carpet has been cut to fit around it…
There is a loose standing coatrack next to the door, some old cupboards with glass stained doors also filled with books, filing cabinets with files inside and on top of them, covered in so much dust that I don’t even want to think about when last they w
