His nose was wrinkled. The wall was covered with small blue and gray spots where Blu-Tack had either left a stain or pulled some paint off with it when removed. The wall looked dirty. It looked diseased. It looked disgusting. What kind of place was this? There were tatty, torn posters as well, depicting stacks of pound coins. Something to do with this year’s company targets. No, last year’s company targets. Artemis snarled and ripped one of them down. The room was the closest thing the workplace had to a boardroom, in that it was quite spacious and contained a long table, but it also seemed to serve as something of a storage area. Three or four flipcharts—devoid of actual paper—leaned against one wall, and there was an ancient acetate projector gathering dust in the corner. Boxes full of old posters were stacked up on the windowsill. Artemis screwed up the poster from the wall and shoved it into one of the boxes, not being able to see a bin anywhere in the room. He then pulled out one of the older posters.
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