Adventures of an undercover OIG agent

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Dog drool. Lots of it. I spent months planning this, trying to anticipate everything that might happen, every question I might be asked. But I hadn’t expected drool from a very large, very friendly dog who was now trying to comfort my fictional distress as I sat reclined on the couch in Jill’s office. I hoped the drool would not damage the electronic equipment I hid under my shirt.

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