Ah, good. Gavin appeared in the hallway, where Albert was having a mini panic attack about the state of the building. The rain last term had been terrible, but this... he couldn't have his children and grandchildren visit here. They couldn't hold meetings here. It was impossible, and Gaven knew it.
"Mr. Isaacs. I know my instructions were to find a place for us immediately, and I suppose we'll have to make do, but this..." Albert gestured at the paper drooping from the walls, the scattered floorboards, and the moldy ceiling. "Can you assure me that we are making every effort to improve this place? What if foreign Ministers come to call? What if anyone does?"
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