Slapping the file back on his desk I sank into the squeaky vinyl chair in his office.
“You really need better furniture in here,” I grumbled, kicking my legs onto his desktop. He frowned but ignored it. Probably a good move on his part, I was spoiling for an argument.
“Take a pay cut and I will.” I snorted and rolled my eyes. Damned if I was going to take a penny less for what I had to do. This was my life we were risking for this case. I deserved all of it and more.
“I am assuming by your stellar attitude that you aren’t much of a morning person.” He set down two Styrofoam cups of brown liquid between us. I think it was supposed to be coffee, but it smelled more like burned gym socks. At this time of day and with as little sleep as I’d had last night, if it had caffeine I’d drink it.
Grunting my thanks, I downed the scalding brew in two gulps doing my best not to taste it.
“You call that coffee?” Unable to hide my revulsion I shuddered.
“You get used to it.” He laughed as he sipped the swill.
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