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meant to ascend. This room must rise to take people to the top of this high building. She had read in her time of a similar invention to carry equipment in large cities. Perhaps all the tall structures she saw now had similar conveyances. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax, but it was difficult. How high was she? And this room was moving so fast! |
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For a moment all sound seemed muffled, until somewhere inside her ears, there was a small popping sensation. Afterward the noise of the elevator seemed more intense. |
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At last the door opened, and Abby found herself looking at a carpeted hallway. Across the way was a large wooden door marked Arlen's Kitchens Mike held the elevator door open, then ushered her into the Arlen's Kitchens office. |
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A bored-looking young lady with short, curly hair sat inside a cubicle filled with gadgetry whose uses Abby could not begin to guess. The young lady said, "May I help you?" |
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"You're new here," Mike said. "I'm Mike Danziger." |
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She stood abruptly, obviously flustered. She wore a very short, very colorful dress that contrasted with Abby's long pastel attire. Abby felt a new wave of insecurity flutter through her. Perhaps she did, after all, appear odd to the people of this time. |
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"Oh, Mr. Danziger," the woman said. "It's wonderful to meet you. I'm the new receptionist, Lydia Jones. Shall I call Mr. Quadros or Ms. Morgan?" |
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