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“Well, at first they didn’t dare to participate,” Keith said. “And now they seem to believe they are already accomplished undercover agents. Windbags!”
Tessa sipped her coffee. She was shocked when the warm liquid burned her lips. “s**t! Hot, hot, hot …!”
Keith checked his desk. “Er? Where is my coffee?”
“Oh, sorry,” Aubrey said. She sat on the corner of her desk. In her right hand her own mug, with her other hand she held up an empty mug. “Still had to do yours.”
“Hmm,” Keith snorted and took the mug from her hands. As he walked to the coffee machine, he called over his shoulder: “Have you started yet?”
“No,” Aubrey said. Tessa had put down her coffee and was now waving some coolness to her lips with her hand. “Tess wanted to wait for you.”
“Okay, well I’m here. Get started!” Ke
