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Click City, Episode 4: The image becomes clearer - San Francisco Chronicle

As she fixated on Roger's image, her Gucci-clad boss, Carl, appeared in the doorway, smiling and showing his super-white teeth, which looked like they'd been stuffed into his mouth. "I'm talking to Dr. D," she said to Carl. "Good work," he said, "but there're still plenty of bigger Pac Heights fish we can bring in. You've been our old money go-to girl for so many years - we need more of your thing. What Carl didn't get was that Union Square, in spite of its upscale shops, was a throwback, perhaps even fading. It was charming in the way of elaborate grandfather clocks, but far less exciting than what went on in the South of Market loft spaces or at the social media companies. "What about Billy Weatherton. "The world has changed," Andy said. "It just moved here," Andy said, turning her monitor toward Carl. Carl perused the blog about Roger Martin buying a place on Dolores Street, then waved his hand dismissively. "My point exactly," Andy said. "Get out of here, and start drumming up business," Carl said, glancing at his iPad (even that was Gucci'd up). "You're lost in that suit. I want you engaged to Billy Weatherton the next time I see you. Andy waved Carl out, and when he didn't leave her doorway, she stood up and kicked the door closed with her sturdy work.