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back and picked it up.

“Yes?” he asked with that sharp,

arrogant and slightly disingenuous tone

that he had unintentionally picked up in

only the last few months that he had

been working in the city.

“Mr. Patel can you please come to my

office?” It was, unsurprisingly to Sam,

his boss.

“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.