AN EXTRACT FROM MY BOOK:-

Gripping Zymurgy by the wrist, I dragged him in the direction of his office collecting the travel bag

during the course of the journey.

‘Hurry up will you!’ Yelling at him in high dudgeon, relief instilled with support from Malcolm.

With ruthless force, Malcolm seated Zymurgy.

‘You can open the strong room now Lila, I have this under control,’ stated Malcolm.

Cold and unemotional, the strong room invited challenge to liberate the cabbalistic.

Casting the travel bag onto the desk in preparedness, I inhaled deeply.

On opening the memorandum, I recited the combination whilst turning the mechanism.

‘12...17...52...75...68...1’.

…. Twelve minutes.

I turned the copious constraint with ferment.

I unbolted the door. With a tremendous thunderous echo, the motor gears commenced a mechanical

process.

Succeeding seconds, the device had completed the procedure.

Smiling at Malcolm with eminence

…. Thirteen minutes.

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