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I decided to go to Petra DeKant's office in person. What happened next exists in my memory as a strange, slow-motion dance. Like the time I fell off my bike and hit my head on the Peterson's mailbox and had to get 11 stitches.  |
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First, the guard wouldn't let me go back 
to Petra's floor. "But I work
here!" I told him. He looked up my name in the phone list but it wasn't
there (duh). Then he said he would call Petra's Ass-istant but I told
him that wouldn't do any good because he was a Sick and Twisted
Fashion-Victim Paranoid Creephead (not exactly in those words.) It
looked hopeless, so I just ran into an open elevator and prayed.
As I charged down the hall, Jules was shouting something like "Vait a minute, you vill not go in there!" and the security guy was shouting something like "Stop or I'll shoot!" and when I got to Petra's office she was sitting at her desk. I went in and closed the door behind me. | ||||||
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