The Manhattan School District representative leaned back in his office chair, tapping his fingers on the desk apprehensively. He glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes past. He supposed he shouldn’t have expected this to be anything but another of the man’s jokes; after all, with everything such an important public figure had been through, why would anyone in their right mind come here looking for work, of all places?
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