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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 he had the physique of
someone in their late thirties who frequently
visited the gym.
“My pleasure.” Sam replied a bit to quickly
really for his own pleasure.
“Sorry we don’t really have time for the
