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Fred, feeling a bizarre mix of confidence and awkwardness, walked into the business center, only to be stopped by security guards who, saw fit to address him as "Miss." And Fred had to enter into a dialogue with them because they wouldn’t let him go into the business center
Security Guard: (raising an eyebrow) "Excuse me, Miss, where do you think you're going?"
Fred: (confused but trying to assert authority) "Oh, like, Miss? No way! It's, like, Fred Macobson. I'm the CEO, you know? I, like, totally need to get in. Ugh, can' t you see the CEO vibes?"
What Fred said was unexpected in that he spoke strangely, although this was not at all in his style - he usually spoke very pompously and intelligently. The guard's eyes widened in surprise, and he asked Fred to repeat himself. Fred starts to feel the first twinge of annoyance, but he tries to maintain composure.
Security Guard: (speaking into the radio) "Yeah, we got someone claiming to be the CEO. Fred... Macobson? You sure? Okay."
Fred taps his foot impatiently, not realizing he's doing it in a somewhat feminine manner.
Fred: "Ugh, like, seriously, I don't have time for this drama. I'm Fred Macobson, the CEO? Duh! Just, like, let me through, okay? Can't you see the CEO vibes radiating from me?"
Security Guard: (smiling condescendingly) "Miss, you're mistaken. Mr. Barney Davison is the CEO here. No one knows any you friend Macobson."
Fred: "Oh my gosh, like, seriously? Friend Macobson? No way! It's me, like, totally Fred Macobson. Can you, like, check again? I need to get to that super-secret development thingy. Urgent matters, you know? It's like, a big deal!"
Security Guard: (smirking) "Sure, Miss. Let me help you out."
(The guard starts to speak to Fred as if addressing a child.)
Security Guard: "Now, sweetie, you might be a bit confused. Mr. Davison is in charge here, not you."
(Fred is growing increasingly frustrated and feeling a bit humiliated.)
Fred: (stamping his foot, unintentionally in a feminine manner) "Um, hello? I'm like, totally Fred Macobson, the CEO? You, like, need to let me through! I demand it, okay? Can't you see these CEO vibes I'm giving off? Like, seriously!"
Security Guard: (chuckling) "Oh, honey, I'm just doing my job. No need to throw a tantrum. Mr. Davison is the boss here, not you."
(Fred, seething with frustration, decides to prove his identity, even though he feels a twinge of humiliation.)
Fred: (rummaging through his purse, trying to maintain dignity) "Ugh, fine, whatever! I'll show you, like, look at this! Can you even believe this mess? It's, like, a total disaster! Gosh!"
(Fred pulls out his ID and hands it to the guard, who takes it with a smirk.)
Security Guard: (glancing at the ID and laughing) "Miss Dakota Candy Store, huh? Nice try, but we don't have anyone like you on record."
Fred, wide-eyed and in disbelief, takes the ID back and realizes his face is there, but with a makeup and pigtails identical to his current appearance