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Normally, it would be John helping you move new furniture into the library, but today’s upgrade is a present for him, so you’ve recruited Shaw.
As you’re opening boxes, you glance at her. “I appreciate your assistance, Miss Shaw.”
She shrugs. “Didn’t have much else to do today.”
The sofa has a view of the stairs (through a panel of bulletproof glass) and of your workstation. While Shaw sets up spots to conceal weapons, you stick a first aid kit within easy reach.
After assembling the little bookshelf, you start filling it with a carefully chosen selection, just for John.