“Welcome, I am Harsh Malik.”“Mr. Malik”, she said as she held her hands for a shaking hand.“Call me ‘Harsh’, please.” He shook her han.... His grip wasn’t firm but he waved her hand smoothly.“It’s so dark in here”, she said as she got inside and immediately Harsh turned on the light.“Just as described, eh? Fully private.” He grinned with his arms crossed firmly. “No windows for that reason.”“No windows at all?” She choked with the shock.Harsh stood in a bewilderment and ran to get the application. I just wanted to get on the bus, go home, get out of these wet clothes & take a shower & cuddle up in bed with my pj's & a hot chocolate.The bus finally arrived but it was way overcrowded, the bus driver told us it was standing room only today as a train had broken down & a lot of the office workers in the city had to catch the train home.I have a very tiny frame & I got pushed in & around on the bus like a rag doll, my school case in one hand, my laptop in the other I just seemed to bounce. There were two doors leading off the office, besides the one we came through. One led to a coat closet and the other led to a powder room. So far, it looked like we had struck out.We started a thorough search of the office in hopes of finding some clue about where Elo might have gone. Amy had taken some special courses and had become our computer expert, so she worked on the computer while we scoured the room for anything useful. Fortunately, Elo was using the Windrows operating system, so Amy. "Jafar grinned and raised his staff skyward, as the drapes sprung to lifeonce more. Aladdin felt himself lifting up as he started to turn in theair. The room seemed to spin as Aladdin was suddenly twirled around andaround, the drapes that held him being pulled from their pole and quicklyenveloping him, until the street rat was nothing but a blur of red. Hisclothes seemed to disappear as the drapes quickly began to slither andslide over his body, tightening and reshaping themselves according.