«We Could be Heroes»

Gage sat in his chair and stared at nothing. Interrogation. He was going to be interrogated. How could this day get any worse? Of course it couldn't, because this was it. This was just it.

Then the door handle turned.

There, in the doorway, stood Maxxine. The single most beautiful and ugly girl he had ever know. A cold sweat broke out all over his body. She looked him down the bridge of her little nose, glasses perched just so. Her heels clicked as she strode toward the table, and the metal door eased shut on its own behind her. Click, click, click, and the wrustling of her skirt as she smoothed it behind her and lounged on the chair, one arm resting on the table, the other toying with her pen.
 

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