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>My office buzzer beeped just as I was finishing up the late afternoon tea.
>I got up, cleverly spun the trilby onto my head, then peeked through the peephole. One could never be too careful in this line of work.
>"Open up, Coffee," said the figure outside, fingering the buzzer again. "I know you're in there doing your stupid Sam Spade impression."
>She had a striking pink hair with an angry teal streak running through it.
>Great, I thought to myself. A damn heartthrob.
>I unlocked the door and offered to take the damsel's coat. She wasn't wearing one, because it was really hot outside.
"Coffee Klatch, Bureau of Investigations."
>"I know that already."
>I fell casually into my chair, but not hard enough to make it look stupid or anything. I kicked my feet up onto the desk, which had a lot of paperweights strewn about but no paper.
"Care for a cigar?"
>"No."
>I lit one up myself and sucked on it thoughtfully. It was a fake movie prop with no nicotine in it, but the case and ashtry really tied the room together.
