Coffee Shop Memo

[analytical_blue]

My laptop is in the shop across the street; it blew up this morning. Again.

I won the department lottery and actually managed to get Christmas and New Years off this year. Any papers left on my desk the night of the 23rd will be tossed in the shredder addressed when I return on the 4th. For emergencies, fax my computer, and I might will get

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[wrap_em_up]

Shiraishi had once commented on how the office looked like a gold fish bowl, take a wild guess on who is the gold fish. The secretary wasn't at her desk, if there was even a secretary at the moment. He heard the man had ran through quite a long list of interns while he was away.

Knocking on the glass, he tried to see if there was any life in the glass incased room, in the middle of that giant pile of paper.

[analytical_blue]

Strands of silver hair were barely visible amongst the towers of white surrounding the analyst. At the knock, Saeki peeked over the top of the front piles, blinking at the sight of a face he hadn't seen in ages.

"Shira-san?"

[wrap_em_up]

"Yo, man, long time no see!" The agent was smiling broadly as he mouthed. "Open up, Cow-kun."

[analytical_blue]

"The door's unlocked, Mummy-man." The field agent's smile was catchy and Saeki found himself grinning over the stacks of paper. "Confused the temps well, however."