“I will choose that one.” A silver-haired man spoke to a woman holding a clipboard.
“Choose me? What do you mean choose me?” Dana looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings. Where was she? Shouldn’t she be in her bed, at home, asleep?
The question did not produce a response from either of them. She watched the man exchange a piece of paper with the woman before he turned to look at Dana again.
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