After a long time of debating, you decide you don't want to let me die. Even though you hate me, you could never bring yourself to allow me harm. I'm in a meeting when my secretary steps in, claiming that you're demanding to see me. With a heavy sigh, wondering what could possibly push you to sweet talk, bribe, and threaten my secretary, I step out of the meeting room. What I'm definitely not expecting is for you to grab my arm and start dragging me toward the exit, all without a word.
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