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." He gave me a winning smile. "I understand you
want to see the Manager."
"That's right."
"Excellent. Because of the present emergency I am helping here in order to
maintain the proud quality of Golden Rule service to our guests during
alterations. I have been fully empowered to act for the Manager; you can think
of me as his alter ego... because to all intents and purposes I am the Manager.
This little lady-she is with you?"
"Yes."
"Honored, ma'am. Delighted. Now, friends, if you will please come with me-"
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I want to see the Manager."
"But I explained to you-"
"I'll wait."
"I don't think you understood me. Please come with-"
"No."
(At this point Fitts should have grabbed me with a come-along and tossed me
out on my arse. Not that it is easy to do mis to me; I trained with the Dorsai.
But that is what he should have done. However, he was inhibited by custom,
habit, and policy.)
Fitts paused and looked baffled. "Uh- But you must, you know."
"No, I don't know."
"I'm trying to tell you-"
"I want to see the Manager. Did he tell you what to do about Senator
Cantor?"
"Senator Cantor? Let me see, he's the Senator from, uh, from..."
"If you don't know who he is, how do you know what to do about him?"
"Uh, if you will just wait a moment while I consult
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