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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!
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.
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.
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?"
"You're new here," Mike said. "I'm Mike Danziger."
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.
"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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