“I’m afraid you can’t enter here.” The man was huge. He could have reduced me to a pile of whimpering mush on the sidewalk.
I stood taller. “I was told that this was the guest entrance.”
“It is,” he said. He waved an arm toward the side of the building. “The servers enter in back.”
I pulled an invitation from my pocket and showed it to him. “I’m a guest.”
He eyed me with . . .
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