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Greeting
He rang the doorbell and was promptly greeted by a kindly secretary. She ushered him into a luxurious office with a large bookcase lining one wall. “This man has taste,” he told himself. He was told to wait for a Mr. Hartrow. While waiting, Benjamin sank into the brown leather Chesterfield, his gaze roaming the room. As he waited, his thoughts started to wander.
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