Etsy sat in the cushioned chair, waiting for him to speak.
After several moments of silence, it was apparent to her that she would have to break the silence.
“You have a nice office sir. It is very tidy.”
The old man crossed his fingers and bore his eyes into her soul.
Etsty leaned back into her chair.
“Yes. My office is very clean,” he replied in a nasaly voice. “Do you see anything out of the ordinary in here?”
Etsy looked about the room. “No sir, everything looks ordinary here.”
“Good!” bellowed the old man. “Now, if you could do this for me on a regular basis, I think we can manage a fair business deal.”
“I beg your pardon sir, but I don’t understand what I did.”
“You observed my office.”
“So you want to hire me to observe your office?”
“Yes.”
“And why…”
“There is no need to ask why,” the old man interrupted. “Let’s just say that I have unusual habits, and I need someone to make sure that they aren’t revealed to the public. Can you do that miss?”
Etsy croaked. “I think so…”