Johnson made it to the 25th floor. The big time. He walked into his new office.
It was enormous, with a view of the city. It was amazing as the sun was setting over this mountain range of steel and glass.
He moved over to the big mahogany desk and leather chair. He sank into it as if it was made for him. Plopping his feet up, he reached for the intercom, "Jane, can you come here please?"
His foreman answered "Johnson, you better not be foolin' in there, empty the garbages or you'll be back to cleaning lobby bathrooms"
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