Byron opened his desk drawer, quickly pulled out a form, and slid it across his desk toward Duke.
“Recognize this, kiddo?" Byron asked of the sullen Duke, then flipped to the last page. “What about this here?" Byron asked again, pointing repeatedly at Duke's signature, “Recognize this guy's name?"
Duke pulled himself up and began pacing Byron's office.
“Tanya!" Byron bellowed, “Get in here!" then he turned his focus back to his golden boy – grabbed the contract, and started toward Duke, “Let's go over this again, because I thought we were all in this together."
Tanya sashayed into the office looking as though she had just stepped off the cover of an Indie Rock magazine.
“Hey Byron, you're gonna need to call that guy back. He won't talk to me," she said as she adjusted her skirt.
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