Unwanted Recogition

"Next paragraph," the senior partner for the other side of the room. "We have a hanging paragraph here that needs to be fixed. We have a contingency on stock issuance to complete the compensation package for your clients, Mr. Lancaster."

"Sure," Douglas replied in a detached tone. "Happy to insert that." He went back to marking up the document, not noticing at first that a young associate on the other side was trying to get your attention.

"Bro!" the man hissed. "Bro!" Douglas made eye contact with him, then went back to his work.

"Bro!" the man hissed again, unrelenting. "You're eating creampies, bro. You're on that site, bro, I recognize you. But that tattoo is cause she likes Black men, bro. And she isn't super wet, you're eating cum, bro. You've been eating cum since I started college."

Jesus. He'd been recognized in grocery stores and the like before, which made him into even more of a recluse. But this ... this was beyond all that.