Chapter 2
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Cliff
The sun is lazily creating pale stripes of light across his desk when he stops to rest his eyes. There is nothing like a strike to generate opportunities to catch up on all those things he never seems to find the time to do. True,those things are always there for a reason. After a minute of watching sunlight and shadow play across the facades of the buildings outside his windows, he takes up a short pile of ad inquiries. Søren Lindgren, his advertising and promotions genius who has been with him almost from the start, wanted to run them by him; The Globe (and Søren) had egalitarian standards these high end aspirants didn’t appear to meet.