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"Yeah, the thing is, I'm actually here with Black Clay Consulting and I have a meeting with Ms. Clear today. It won't take long but I just need to clear a few things up."
"Sir, my records show no appointments for Ms. Clear today," the secretary says. "I don't know what this is, but—"
"Look, we go way back! She'll want to see me."
The big guy just laughs.
"Get out of here, pal," he says, as if you're some kind of bum.
"I'm really afraid that you're going to have to leave," the secretary says, a brittle and frightened smile on her face.
You're not getting anywhere here, and people are starting to poke their heads out of their offices—too many people for you to make a scene.
As you leave, you hear the big guy explaining to the secretary, "Yeah, they come up along the bike trail or whatever, they panhandle here and go back down to buy drugs…"
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