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I had sat there for hours on those cold, uncomfortable transparent plastic chairs. Every so often, the receptionist would glance over, and I thought that i was going to be called, but then she would just wrinkle her nose in disgust again and look away. I was getting pissed off. Camille needed my help, and I needed her magic. Eventually, the receptionist told me to go through a door and go up to the top floor. She said that Alonso would be waiting for me there. I nodded and did as she said. My arse was sore from sitting in that stupid chair for so long, and i was feeling pretty grumpy by the time that I reached the top floor. There was a big glass door that led to another receptionist. This was even more beautiful than the last and seemed even more disgusted by my presence.
