“Well I don’t appreciate your tone, whoever you are,” I snapped at him.‘Now comes the whole recognition phase, and he’ll apologize for snapping at me, classics,’ I thought.“Sir, please keep your voice down, that’s…the Mr. Malcolm Shade,” the receptionist whispered.She was standing behind me and I wasn’t looking at her, so she must have assumed I wouldn’t hear her.He then stared at my face, and I frowned back at him.After some moments the look of recognition washed over his face.‘Here we go with the apologies, I should wrap this up, I’m getting tired of this,’ I thought.“Mr. Malcolm, forgive me sir, I…” he spoke and I cut him off mid sentence.“Yeah yeah, look, spare me the apologies. I’m here to make reservations for the rooftop, do you have a table or not?,” I asked, I was very frustrated.“Of course sir,” he simply responded.“Good, so I’ll be back in about an hour with a guest, make sure the table is ready,” I said assertively and turned toward the door.I was about to leave
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