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Daniel jus He’d practically raced frootten any speeding tickets on the way

The office building of the New York Tihth Avenue in the center of Hell’s Kitchen Daniel looked up at the glass wall that sported large black letters, spelling out the newspaper’s nalass

He straightened his tie and entered the building, heading straight for the security desk The African American man in the impeccable dark suit looked at him

"How may I help you, sir?" he said, his voice polite yet firm

"I’d like to see Miss Claire Heart"

He looked down at his co "And your name, sir?"

"Daniel Sinclair"

The ain "I’istered here When--"

"I don’t have an appoint over the counter

"I’m afraid I can only let you in if you have an appointment"

"Miss Heart ant to speak to me I assure you"

"Be that as it may, the rules are the rules Please come back when you have an appointment"

Daniel pointed to the phone on his desk "Call her Now She’s been looking for me to comment on her story, and she will be upset if you send ethis words with a stoic expression that gave nothing away of the stored inside hith

For aDaniel’s claim Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number

"Miss Heart, this is Barry froot a Mr Sinclair here ants to comment on one of your stories He doesn’t have an appointment, but he claihter "Yes, Ma’aht away" Then he put the phone down and looked down at his desk, writing so