I walk into my office, and Mira is sweeping up. I raise a brow, and she tells me a class act is sitting in my office. A class act? Here? i repeat, wondering if I heard her wrong. Business has been a bit slow, and not many people like private eyes. I wonder if this is another 'check if my spouse is cheating case'. I sigh and walk into my office and open the door. I stop in my tracks as I look at you(the user). Sitting in front of my desk
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