The moment she walked through my door, I knew it was going to be a long day. Longer than her skirt, her dark hair, and long silk gloves.
"Ma'am," I said, careful to put out my cigarette on the bottom of the table.
"I heard that," her lips, dark red lipstick applied in an experienced manner, trembled, "You're a man who can help people."
"I do what I can," I said, and rubbed my hand on my unshaven chin. Her false display of emotion was doing nothing for me, but I played along.
"I've, excuse me," she reached in her black purse for a handkerchief and after composing herself, as fake as any woman, continued, "I've come to you regarding a case."
"I'm all ears, ma'am," I said, realizing that unless I stomach this facade and procure some income out of this woman, my office would become someone else's office rather quickly. With the economy as it was, I had few choices.
"My, my cat," the woman began, tears brimming at her dark eyelids, "Mr. Squiggly. He's been missing for two days."
I stared at the woman with my best poker face and repeats, "Your cat has been missing for two days."
"Yes, you, you must find it."
It was then that I realized I was stuck in a E rated DS game.