A door to Adam's right opened, ​and a smaller, bald man, impeccably dressed with an expression on his face as blank as an egg, rushed in to say, "Gentlemen, let's have none of this."    

     The redhead turned towards the bald man. "But he doesn't have an appointment, Mr. Svenvold. He used a pick on the entrance door to..."  

     "No no no." Mr. Svenvold shook his head. "This has all been a terrible misunderstanding. Mr. Holomos will be happy to see Mr. Forwarder at any time." He nodded towards Adam. "Please come with me, sir."

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