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I had successfully passed the security check and had filed the necessary documents needed to meet the inmate. I stood a bit shaky as the door to the holding cell was opened and I was escorted by one of the prison wardens. I passed through a black metal door which had a bold inscription ‘VISITATION ROOM 3’. The room was a small room, it was fairly illuminated, it had two fluorescent bulbs at each corner of the room, it had a window which was well protected with iron bars and copper wires, the floor was tiled but the tiles seemed a bit old and worn-out, it had a speaker at the right-hand corner of the room and the room had two black metal chairs meant for the visitor and the inmate. The letter that was given to me by my boss earlier was from the directorate of Ministry of Justice and was successfully delivered to the Head of security of the prison. I sat on one of the black metal chairs in the ‘VISITATION ROOM’ taking some notes on my jotter and then the black metal door of the visitation room was opened by one of the prison wardens who walked in with a young man, average in height, had a low haircut, dressed in a white prison cloth and his hands handcuffed. “You have one hour” the prison warden said with a stern look on his face as he unlocked and removed the handcuff from his wrists and locked the door behind him leaving us both in the room. I stared at him for a couple
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