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Mr. Richardson was a frequenter of our office. It wasn’t unusual to see him pop in four or five times a day to coordinate various administrative and technical processes, invariably ushering in an atmosphere of jovial camaraderie, which was inevitably missed when he was absent from work. Al was about sixty, thickly moustached, with hair that had entirely succumbed to the refractory will of time. He was, incontestably, the most audacious among the advisors of the foreign section. He would never refrain from boldly baring his innermost feelings and thoughts. Given his age, however, he was never taken earnestly. I quite liked the guy, as did all the other girls. Jack and Al were both Americans; Larry was British. Jack and Larry were coevals in their mid-forties. Jack was tall, with a well-shaped muscular body, fair-haired, and had blue eyes. Larry was brown-eyed with a crown of greying hair, shorter than Jack and slimmer too. My attention wandered around. Jack’s desk was placed to my left