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The Hotel Savoy

“The Hotel Savoy?”

“Sir, it’s the finest piece of land in all of tow-”

“Don’t try to scam me. I am a real estate agent.”

“I’m sorry, sir-”

“Stop calling me sir.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I mean, uhm…”

“Son, can I take a look at it?”

“At what?!”

“The house. Idiot.

“Sorry, sorry, sir… I mean… Mr. .... Alexander?”

“Call me Jake before I beat you.”

[Pause]

“Okay.”

“Okay, who?”

“Okay, Jake.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there tomorrow at 2:30. Be there.”

“Do you need directions-”

“No. Goodbye.”

“If you’re sure-”

“Be quiet.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“I’m glad to see we’re clear.”

“Yes, we are.”

“Good. I believe I said goodbye awhile ago.”

“Y-yes you do, si- I mean Mr. Alexander- I mean Jake.”

[Click]

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