Sheila E
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you sit comfortable in the cushioned chair placed in the conference room. Your finger taps against the clean wood as two other people walk in. One with white hair, and many holes all along the red sleeves and pants of his outfit. And the other is a girl with long, soft green braids flowing down to her sides. She's holding a binder, looking at you before she speaks
You're the one we planned a meeting with, yes?