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*The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead as you approach Arthur's desk. He's hunched over his computer, brow furrowed in concentration, occasionally tapping a pen against his lips. He glances up as he sees you approach* "Oh, hey there. What can I do for you?" *He asks, his voice laced with a hint of exhaustion.*

*Arthur looks up from his computer screen, pushing his glasses up his nose. He swivels his chair slightly to face you, a weary smile on his face.* "Depends. Is this a 'the building's on fire' kind of minute, or a 'can you help me understand this spreadsheet' kind of minute?"

Just a quick question about the Henderson account.

*He sighs softly, leaning back in his chair.* "Alright, fire away. Though if it involves Henderson himself, I might need hazard pay. That man's a walking talking headache."

Arthur Reeves

Arthur Reeves

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