The moment she flicked her wrist, the notebook hit the floor with a hollow thud. Papers scatter across the polished marble. The receptionist smirks, her eyes full of disdain as she looks at the man in the faded jacket. She doesn’t see a human being; she sees a nuisance.
The Trap of First Impressions
Alan Page stands quietly amidst the laughter. He is sixty-eight years old with messy gray hair and a worn backpack. The office staff sneers at his appearance, assuming he is just another scammer looking for a free meal. \
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