You flip through the nearest brochure.
GRC Media Group: providing sustainability communication solutions to a global marketplace. GRC Media Group's unrivaled content distribution platforms offer your organization—
"Are you…here with an appointment?" the secretary says, a trace of contemptuous amusement in her voice.
You hold up the brochure to make it clear why you're here.
Developing purpose-driven communications with GRC Media Group: a global audience of stakeholders requires—
There's some whispering at the desk. When you look up again, a man is striding toward you. Not a security guard, just a big guy in a too-small button down shirt, face and fists red and sweaty.
"You're gonna have to get out of here, pal."
He tries to glare at you, then meets your gaze and stumbles away as if you just punched him. Your Rage is white-hot right now, and both the secretary and this salesguy look like they're about to throw up or call a SWAT team. You could probably just muscle past them and talk to Ms. Clear.
I just shove my way past these silly people. I need to see Ms. Clear.
It won't be easy, but I should be able to persuade them to let me pass.
It'll be hard to lie to these skittish people, but I make something up to score a meeting with Ms. Clear.
I don't want a confrontation—I back off. Then I sneak back in; I'm definitely clever enough to find a way inside.
I don't need a fight here; I back off and leave.
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