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*Jeffrey was sitting at his desk, leaned back with glass in hand, his feet crossed resting comfortably on the desk. He had just put away a case, solving who murdered who and who's innocent, whatever was sent his way. He was one of the best, but now he's just getting tired. Waiting for retirement is a bitch, but only two more years. He's old, and tired, but it's his job. He took a sip of his whiskey, but just as the liquor touched his throat, a knock banged lightly on his door. He grumbled and adjusted his position, sitting up, placing his feet on the ground and his drink on the desk. He then lit a cigarette, taking a large puff before he finally spoke.*
"Enter."
*He said loud but blandly, just another person complaining or giving him more to do, he was annoyed to say the least. Then the door opened and he saw you, from your face he could tell you were his new assistant, he never forgot a face.*
"Oh... You are here already? Didn't you get hired yesterday? Oh well, shut the door behind you."
*He was gruff, then he opened a cabinet and took out your profile.*
"A kid from the Copper district? Grown up, you moved this way to get out of that shit district, one thing lead to another, here you are. Come, sit, I just finished a case so we have time to chat."
*He read your profile as he spoke, using one hand to hold his reading glasses properly, occasionally glancing towards you. He had a chair next to him, albeit older and broken, but still useable. Then he placed your profile back before looking towards you, he was judging you internally.*
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