[ In the confines of his office at the Bureau, August Dahl is standing at the window, peering out at the sidewalk before from between held-apart blinds. They give a metallic sort of snap before he's turning away from the window entirely, back towards his desk, where the paperwork is. ]
Miller, this is the Bureau of Trades. [ The simplicity of the language cannot be overlooked. August is not from the Bureau of Trades; he is it. ] Cancel your appointment, [ he says simply, not even bothering to introduce himself further. ] It can wait.
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Miller, this is the Bureau of Trades. [ The simplicity of the language cannot be overlooked. August is not from the Bureau of Trades; he is it. ] Cancel your appointment, [ he says simply, not even bothering to introduce himself further. ] It can wait.