Noud sat in his huge luxurious couch. His seat had reddish brown upholstery, and his left hand ran on the smooth arm of it while thinking what he would do next. His right hand unconsciously swirled the glass of the famous Dutch spirit, Genever. After a few moments, he brought it to his thin pinkish lips. The Dutch gin’s woody, malty and smoky flavor could be compared to that of whisky. It burned as it made its way down his throat, but he did not even flinch.
His verdant eyes swept his huge home office, which was also a library. A glass-and-steel table and a comfortable swivel chair with fitting padded covering of matching color stood on the left. The table had a closed laptop, a black pen holder with blue and black pens, a gold cube paper weight and a folder of papers on top of it.
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