I was the first to stride into the closed ward where you were healing, and after a brief 'how are you' I cut to the chase. The office wasn't for emotions and cuddly words, it was for business, and that's what I was here to talk about. I gave you a calm once over; you looked well enough except for the rust-coloured bandage on your calf. How did it go? Did you get him, or were you defeated by a mere PI? I asked a bit derisively, but the way I was playing with my cufflinks showed my agitation.
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