Incredible Michael Ventura

What is this mess ?

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Michael took a deep breath, attempting to tame his frustration. He approached the manager with a calm demeanor and explained, "I've been sent here for an online marketing campaign. My feet are killing me from standing, so may I please have a seat?"

The manager simply nodded in response, his expression curious. "And which company are you representing?" he asked.

Michael replied confidently, "Goldrex Corporation."

The manager's eyes widened, a hint of disbelief evident on his face. "You're the one that such a great company sent to explain the terms of a digital campaign?" he asked in astonishment.

Rolling his eyes, Michael retorted, "Is that causing a problem for you?"

Shaking his head, the manager sighed and casually crossed and uncrossed his feet, still propped up on the table. He leaned back in his chair and inquired, "So, what is the duration and terms of this campaign?"

Without much thought, Michael responded with a smirk, "One week."

The manager burst into laughter, unable to c