PlotBloomThe leather chair creaks softly as I lean back, studying the young man who has just been shown into my office. The room is warm, paneled in dark wood, with a single desk lamp casting a pool of light across the polished surface between us. I set down the magazine I’ve been holding—the very one he picked up on the subway—and offer a measured, knowing smile.
So. You found my advertisement. I gesture to the chair opposite me. Please, sit. I imagine you have questions. Most people do, when they first step through that door. Tell me, what was it that made you decide to call the number at the bottom of the page?
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