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Pete
“Your one o’clock will be here shortly,” the receptionist buzzed back to my office. I surveyed the surface of my desk, checking for…what, I wasn’t sure, but I wanted everything to be perfect. I believed in the club and the product we were selling, but part of that was my personality as well. This was a prestigious, well-known men’s magazine coming in today. I didn’t know if they were going to get any shots of my office, however, it was going to be ready in case they were planning on it. We were already on the map and well-established, but an endorsement from a publication like this one could be the sort of thing to legitimize us in the public eye.
There was a knock at my door and soon a secretary appeared, leading a young woman into my office.
She strode toward me confidently, a
