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John grabbed the mug cup and took a meaningful sip from it before setting it down, atop the mug on the desk. The steam exuding from the cup showed the content was still very much hot so he had no choice but to consume it little by little.
He looked around at his newly furnished office. Everything about it was now so different. The feel, the designs, the furniture, except the arrangement.
Even though it hadn't been part of the building affected when the disaster had occured few months back, the interior designers had chosen to make changes in it as it was in their plan to touch every part of the building as a sort of rhythm.
He hadn't protested when they had informed him of their plans. Not that he couldn't, he just didn't have the strength to do that then. The only specific instruction he had given them then was to not mishandle the Encryptor or they would pay dearly for that. And he definitely wasn't talking about mere thousands then...