He selected a paperweight from his desk, hefted it, looked out over the city, made up his mind and walked into the meeting, the paperweight still in his hand.
The fact that when he looked in the mirror, he still wasn't the spitting image of Ric Ocasek, despite all of the brushing and blow drying--and the skinny tie--was the source of many crestfallen mornings.
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