She sniffed the air and sneered.
“You smell like Hell,” she said.
I spun the chair around and faced her across her desk.
“I’ve been through it. Many times. Thinking of buying a condo down there for the snowball season.”
“Before I have you executed,” she said, “I’d just like to know how, by the Light of Heaven, did you get in here.” Her eyes blazed like lightning as she tried to force my tongue to answer.
“Tut-tut-tut,” I smiled. “You’ve used that trick before. I’ve learned some new ones since then.”
“I let you live,” she said, coldly.
“Ha!”
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