Benji felt hot. “It is important, but I’d really rather tell him myself. It’s personal.”
That interested the Security. “I can’t let you in here, man. So either let me tell him and leave, or don’t let me tell him and leave. It’s up to you.”
“Can’t you just call him to the door or something?”
The Security shook his head like he’s heard it a thousand times before. “Can’t do it. He don’t want to be bothered--”
From inside the room, cutting the Security off, “Who’s at the door, man?”
“Some dude says he’s a friend of a friend of Money.”
A different voice, “A friend of a friend of mine? What does he want?”
“Says he wants to talk to you. Says it’s personal.” He said “personal” like it was a wild card.
After a slight pause, “Send him in."
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