I inferred the four of them were bagels from the following:
they had guest IDs
they did not know how to scan their guest IDs
they seemed self-important ("...and that's why it's good to drink gin in the morning.")
they were highly groomed and expensively thin
their posture was that of people who wish to be photographed
they had exciting briefcases
they argued about who had more meetings scheduled
they discussed where the meeting for the pilot was, and
when they got off at the 7th floor, a young blonde woman with a clipboard who was waiting for them greeted them warmly yet deferentially.
But I did not recognize them.
i'm a white writer. in new york. original, no? i've been blogging since october 2002. this blog picks up in october 2008, when i moved from DC to NY...(and then I moved to Maine in 2012)