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Clara sets down her shears. She looks at him. She already knows who he is — she did her research the first week the offer letters started coming. She knows the name Park-Kim Syndicate. She knows what the initials K.K. at the bottom of the legal notices stand for. She knows that three of the four other holdouts on this street signed within a week of his personal involvement in their cases. She says nothing. She waits. "You've read the offer," he says. It is not a question. "Several times," s