“Is there something you need?” she asked and walked over to the computer on the shiny desk. “Do you want to improve your performance at work? You’ve come to the right place. My name is Glenda Morris, and I’m the receptionist here. Would you care to provide your information?”
“Information?” I said in a daze.
“Yes, ma’am. Name, specification, place of work. We operate legally, we are obliged to have it all.”
I pulled myself together and took a step forward.
“It’s good that you act legally,” I said. “Here are my documents. I am an inspector from the public health department and I have to check this locale.”
The receptionist’s smile turned into a reluctant grimace. She looked at me for a moment, as if wondering what to do.
“Could somebody have some suspicions?” she finally asked.
“That’
