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But he couldn't dodge a determined process server

As we made our way to the bathroom afterward to relieve our arousal from the address, we were halted in the hallway by a firm hand on our chest: A former Division II footballer employed as one of Jobs' personal security guards was making a path for the turtlenecked tycoon through the crowd.

"Steve! Steve, can I shake your hand?" asked a female conventioneer -- only a green badge -- leaning too close. The bodyguard stepped in to block her.

"I better not," Jobs said, his voice a bit thin without the acoustically perfect reinforcement. He offered a perfectly apologetic, well-glossed smile instead. "I've had a nasty cold." (Nate Cavalieri)

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