"Ribbit," the man says. His face is green.
"Come on," the woman says, and grabs your arm.
"What's going on?" you want to know. You and she step over more green people.
"Hurry," she says. "Before the press gets here." The two of you duck into the conference room. A man rises to meet you, his face red with anger: Councilman Jonathan Pierce, your boss.
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