Before he could turn around to see who opened the door, a scratchy voice asked “Tea and biscuts?”

A blonde bombshell in a blue evening gown waltzed into Michael’s office. She brought with her a cloud of cigarette smoke and a silver tea tray. The woman put her tray with its tea and biscuts down on his computer and stood next to his desk, hands on hips, like she was appraising him and he came up wanting.

“Um, excuse me, but I’m trying to get work done and I really try to keep food off my computer, but thank you all the same, and uh, who are you?” Michael stuttered.

“I should be asking you the same.” She said disdainfully. “But I won’t, because I don’t think you know. You aren’t quite what we were looking for anyway. Get back to wasting time. You look like you have a job you enjoy. You won’t be seeing me again.”

As she walked out, Michael though that if her hair wasn’t so coiffed and she wasn’t dressed up, the mystery lady could have looked familiar.