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Ben tapped his hand on the banister of the second-floor atrium that looked down over the ground floor lobby of Loven's Bakeries' headquarters. It was solid oak. The repetitious vibration of his class ring against the strength of the building that had been in place for over a century gave him a small amount of solace on a day when his frustration was at its peak. He picked at some cellophane tape that was part of what held a giant poster in place that hung from the banister all the way down to just over people's heads below.
Overlooking the cavernous space, he could see the mass of people, workers, rushing about with their work. There were floral displays being erected, a grouping of high-top tables were being decorated with accent colors to match the Loven's Loops cereal box. Strategi
