2021 riverrun Final PDF

The Unique Case
Kimberly Sigaty
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In the front far-left hand corner of my New Hampshire
corner office, twelve bell tolls signals lunch had just begun.
Stretching my legs while sighing in contentment, I lift my slender
figure from my leather chair and make my way to the kitchen. After passing my desk
there are some sliding doors that slide to hide into the framework to reveal the mini
kitchen that the building came with. I didn’t have much in there, just the main essentials
like the coffee maker, a two-burner stove top, a fridge, a sink, and a water
heater. Going into the refrigerator, I pull out my premade BLTA with swiss sandwich
on sourdough toast. Grabbing some chips, I turn around and glance over my office I
recently made my home. The office is just like any other office space on the market.
It has a waiting room with a three-seater grey couch and a black oval coffee table
littered with different magazines. They are there to keep other customers busy when
I am with a client, but that rarely happens so they just stay where they are and gather
dust. My desk isn’t too far from the waiting room. I installed a makeshift wall
with a screen in it to have privacy while also being able to see what’s going on in the
waiting room, since I don’t have enough money to pay anyone. My desk is a dark
mahogany with a phone and a modern laptop to do my research. I have some dark
wooden chairs with maroon fabric on top setup opposed to my black leather rolling
chair. Sitting back down at my desk, I dive into my lunch. Indulging in my sandwich
and the pure bliss of it, I don’t notice the phone ringing.
Clearing my throat, I answer the phone. “Burt’s Private Detective Agency,
have a case that can’t be solved, have to know where someone is sneaking off to, or
have a strange request? I’m your man! How can I help you?”
A small female voice squeaks through the phone, “I want you to deliver
something. Can you do it?”
Practically straining myself to hear, my voice booms out in reply, “That depends.
Can you pay and where am I going?”
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