Agents.  Missions.  DO and SEE It All. The Art of Placement: 2003 © Bryan Fear Page 12 of 13
A shiny yellow cab pulled up to the drop-off zone at the front of the convention center; one of hundreds that had been making the circulation since early evening. People had been disembarking from limousines, rented party-buses and only the newest of public cabs for hours. A single passenger stepped out of the cab. He wore a custom tailored tuxedo with his waistcoat across his shoulders with a silk scarf over that. Walking with a slight gait, the man used a cane to make his way to one of the many entrances of the event. There were hired greeters at every doorway to thank the rich and affluent for joining them here at the event tonight. Deep down, it sickened him that there were so many people serving such an unessential purpose, but he supposed it was all a part of the rich life of being catered to at all times. At the lobby entrance, one of the many ushers came to greet him. It was customary that all guests would be greeted and walked to their seats by an usher dedicated to the specific duty of assuring that guests did not wander too far once inside.
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