He's not a small-talk kind of guy. There's not even a hello or a handshake when I walk in. There is no acknowledgment of any kind. He's at his desk, shuffling through papers, doesn't even look up. I stand there a while, foolishly, then take a seat in front of his desk. Still nothing. He takes a call, hangs up. Doesn't look up once to make eye contact. I wait.
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