Ben Hansen
Ben was about to point something out when yet another of the
miraculously monotonous sounds came from the door.
"Jesus," Hugh muttered as he went to open it. "One day nobody wants to
know us, the next everybody wants to come in."
He allowed in a slightly overweight woman in no bathing suit.
"Somebody stole my only possession," she sobbed on Hugh's shoulder.
"Is this it?" Ben asked, moving to the drawer and pulling the dirt
encrusted bathing suit out.
"Amazing!" the woman cried, rushing over and forcing herself inside.
It was not a thing either Ben or Hugh wanted to see again. "So
amazing," she continued, "That you did it before I hired you, meaning
I don't have to pay you."
"Ben..." Hugh began menacingly after she had left.
"Look, you got to see less of an overweight naked woman. That's
usually counted as a benefit anywhere except France."
Hugh mused over this for a few moments. "True," he conceded. "Now
let's get these briefcases where they belong. I want closure on this
fiasco."
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