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• You stopped just outside of the glass wall of the main conference room, out of sight, and took a breath. Then, rushing like you knew you were late, you ran into the pull-door with a clang, trying to push it open.
• "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, letting the coffee you'd picked up from the staff kitchen splash a little bit out of the mug onto your hand and shirt. "Shit, uh, sorry."
• Inside the room Sabrina's Uncle Bill was sitting with his back to the bank of windows looking over the street below. Mr Garrisson and Vera, an associate lawyer at the firm, were sitting with a few neat stacks of documents in front of them and a small camcorder on a tripod.