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Boilerplate and the Second Law
The hand came down. “Out of the question. Not a good risk. Can’t
tie up my money that long. Thank you. Good day. You may leave
your proposal with my secretary if you wish.”
The petitioner sighed. Biting his lip, he stuffed his graphs and
charts into his case and stood up. There was no appeal, no recourse;
Lazaretto made snap decisions, and lived by them. As Attorcoppe left
the executive’s inner office, he could hear the man’s voice rasping
into an intercom.
“Miss Solfeggio: bring me the file on alphabet pretzels: I want to
review my investment.”
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