It was much later when Ellisandra looked up from her work and realised she had forgotten to take her midday break and she was so hungry that it made her dizzy. All the scripts were now sorted in little piles around the perimeter of the table, ready to be tied up and given out. Some pages were missing, but nothing problematic that couldn’t be copied or resupplied. She’d ask the printer to take care of that.
She was also really cold.
On a little desk in the corner of the room stood a reader hub. It was an oddly modern piece of equipment in this stuffy room, tucked away in the darkest part of the building, as if anti-technology people would come to look for it. She turned the reader on and fired up the link to the council printer, which held copies of all significant texts. She quickly orde
