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“I’ll be there in a second.”
After walking quickly across the same
wooden floor that appeared in every office
of the building Sam reached the red
painted door of his boss’s office. It had the
name, Alex Golding stenciled in fake gold
italic letters at the top of the doorframe.
He knocked gently on the door.
A voice called out from behind the door
“Come in!”
Sam twisted the steel handle down and
pushed the door which opened easily.
“Ah Mr. Patel, thank you for coming,”
said the sharp-faced figure that Sam knew
was his boss, Alex, despite he had never
talked to him before. He was probably
somewhere at least in his early fifties but
had the physique of someone in their late
thirties who frequently visited the gym.
“My pleasure.” Sam replied a bit to
