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... dry cleaner’s in a less fashionable part of East London.
The paint was peeling on the door, the windows were grimy, and the stairwell smelled faintly of cleaning chemicals and damp carpet. It was a world away from the gleaming glass towers of the super-agencies in Mayfair and the West End. I walked in.
The office was a single, cluttered room. A young, stressed-looking assistant was on the phone at a desk near the door, trying to placate an angry client, one hand pressed to her f ...
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