I walked down the hallway, my steps muffled by the long Turkey carpet that covered the parquet. There was an indistinguishable murmur of male voices ahead. I turned a corner into a shorter corridor and saw a door ahead from which light spilled-that must be the Governor's private office. Inside, I heard Jamie's voice.
As I made my way along the corridor, the soft sound of my footsteps was absorbed by the plush Turkey carpet beneath me. I could hear faint men’s voices in the distance, suggesting that I was approaching an important area. Turning into a narrower passage, I spotted a door at the end, illuminated by light—clearly, it led to the Governor's private office.
Once inside, I recognized Jamie's voice among the others, indicating that he was engaged in a significant conversation. The atmosphere hinted at a pivotal moment, as I prepared to enter the private space and discover more.
