102. Cup of Tea

We are ushered into a very spacious office by the perky assistant, and asked to take seats until the man, Erikkson, arrives. Apparently, Erikkson is making himself a ‘cup of tea’ at the moment in the little kitchenette of the office.

“Huh,” I mutter, “I always thought these lawyer types had assistants to these things for them.”

“Not Erikkson,” grins Gerald, “when it comes to his ‘tea’, that man trusts no one with it.”

I do not know why, but everyone keeps stressing the word ‘tea’ in relation to this Erikkson dude. I think it might be an inside joke of sorts. It’s more than clear that Gerald is familiar enough with these people to come barging into the office to meet the man without even having a prior appointment as well as bringing someone else with him, so I don’t ask him about it. I don’t want to annoy Gerald with my questions the first day I’m back in the city.

“I see,” I reply, and take it upon myself to look around the office where a shocking amount of newspaper articles has bee
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