Archer: What can I do for you?

"Well, I am a private investigator, and I am looking for someone to help me out here in the office, managing my clients alongside me. If you think you are the right person for this, I would like to meet with you. Can you come to my office?"

I raised an eyebrow and looked around the room. "Uhh...sure...what's your address?"


I walked out the front door of my house and down a flight of stairs. I strode over to my old 1965 Mustang. It was in the middle of the driveway because I never take the time to put it in the garage.

I started the car and drove down to 333 Clay Street. On my way I noticed how busy the streets of Houston could be. There were tons of people walking up and down the sidewalk. They were walking into stores, and there was tons of traffic on the road.

Finally, my eyes spotted the building. It was a tall, modern building. The windows looked as though they were cleaned every day. Every piece of the building was as clean as a whistle.

I parked my car in a nearby parking lot---which wasn't too clean---and walked into the building.

I glanced to my left and saw a plaque that had a map on it. I looked at it for a moment. My eyes rested on the words "Jacob PI (16th Floor)."

I walked over to the elevator and got in. There was a lady standing there, and she smiled at me as I stepped in. I could tell she was married from the ring on his finger. Her smile, though, was flirtatious.

We stopped at the 9th floor, and she got off. She winked at me and handed me a note. I smiled back at her as the elevator doors closed. The note had a phone number on it. Most likely it was her number. I tore it up and stuffed it in my pocket just as the elevator door opened on the 16th floor.

I stepped out of the elevator and looked around. The room had tons of people sitting down by a computer, typing away. It looked as though everyone was on a computer, and everyone was wearing a uniform. The whole room could be described in one word. Monotonous.

I assumed the PI office would be towards the back, so I made my way down that direction.

I reached the PI office and walked in. There was a tall, strong guy standing there looking at me. He was in uniform, so I assumed he was a security guard of some sort. I started to walk past him, but he put out his hand and stopped me.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man walked out in front of me. He looked like he was this Jacob Carter fellow.

"It's okay Bruce, I invited him."

I followed Jacob into his office, and I sat down adjacent from him, "So, I'd like to know what I can do for you," I said.

The End

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