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Please Master, Let Me C*m!

Just as they entered the lobby of the apartment block, the concierge didn’t even look up at first. 

“Yes?” he said. “What is it?” His mind fully on the sandwich he was munching, and casually brushed egg crumbs from his face onto his shirt.

Karen spoke first… “Hello, please my name is Karen—”

Just immediately, Denzel spoke. “Is this how you meet and greet your special guests? Eating anyhow in the public?” 

The concierge looked up sharply at him and blenched.

 “Oh! Mr. Hobbs,” He stood up hastily, struggling slightly to push his chair back. As he did so, then he plastered on a rather apologetic smile. 

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