Monday, March 15, 2010
He locked eyes with the pudgy, balding client, across the vast expanse of moderno-expensive desk. He said, "You may think you're the good guy here, but, you aren't. It's that simple. You did something right, but the rest? The rest of what you did? All very, very wrong. And illegal. Good day."
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