I stand in the elevator and hold the bag in front of me with both hands.
"Hello, Angelica!" appears my colleague Bruce.
"Hi."
"What"s that noise?" he is wondering.
"Nothing. I don"t feel like working."
"No way... Especially you?"
"Yeah... " I sigh wearily. "I didn"t sleep well."
"You got a new case?"
"Yeah, I got a new case..."
"Are you making progress? "he asks curiously. The elevator stops again. Sixth floor. There"s more of us again. Bruce steps closer to me. "You know what I wanted to ask you? I"ve got this case... poor family, and the National Bank... " he says quietly. "You"ve got a likeness?"
"I did, a long time ago. I used to. Why?"
"You know that tall receptionist at the National Bank? Something Hunt..."
"Oh, You got a stuttering case, too? How many people have that g
