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It was a cold January morning, the kind of morning where your lungs recoiled in shock from the brutal intrusion of arctic air. The city was a giant dirty grey icebox, and I felt like a forgotten pork chop tucked away behind the ice cube trays. I walked quickly up the stairs to my second floor office. I made sure to avoid the seventh step as it was loose. I cursed the lazy super as I unlocked the door to the front waiting area. I guess he never grew tired of hearing my voice on his voicemail. Jane, my secretary, was late as usual. The gal was nice enough, but she had all the memory of a Commodore 64 with a cassette drive. I got the coffee machine to brewing and opened the door to my office.
There she was just sitting behind my desk like she owned the place. This beautiful stranger stared up at me with turquoise eyes glittering under a head of thick honey colored hair. Her pale face had a half smile upon it, her expression somewhere between amused and impatient. How long had she been sitting there? I guess I needed to talk to the super about the locks in this joint the next time I complained about the seventh step. It was then that I could hear my coffee machine begin to percolate.
“Coffee?†I offered while lighting a cigarette.
Yep, It’s a dime store detective novel up in here.
There she was just sitting behind my desk like she owned the place. This beautiful stranger stared up at me with turquoise eyes glittering under a head of thick honey colored hair. Her pale face had a half smile upon it, her expression somewhere between amused and impatient. How long had she been sitting there? I guess I needed to talk to the super about the locks in this joint the next time I complained about the seventh step. It was then that I could hear my coffee machine begin to percolate.
“Coffee?†I offered while lighting a cigarette.
Yep, It’s a dime store detective novel up in here.