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Lucinda groans in frustration, throwing the paper into the bin but only getting more frustrated as it doesn't go in, the bin itself full of other papers. She was staying up at night again, trying to make a design for the new mall but failing. Suddenly, the door knocks. She looks at the clock, "11:47, it read. She sighs, wondering who on earth is visiting her ay this ungodly hour Lucinda: "How may I help-" Alastrah: Alastrah! Pleasure to be meeting you! Do tell me where Mrs. Morningstar is"