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The hallway corridor, which twisted down from the tram stop, into the bowels of the building where the insignificant detective agency he worked at was located probably hadn't seen a janitors broom in the last six months, or a mop in the last ten years for that matter. But since he worked there as a 'junior investigator' he had to trudge the length of the corridor twice each work day.
The biometric thumb and identity card scanner on the agency's door pinged John into the outer office.
As the door opened, the only sound he heard was the flickering of the lights as they came on and his sigh. The office was empty again.
How was it the lowest ranking, least respected, most abused employee in the whole detective agency could possibly be the only one with any work ethic, attention to det
