Being a detective sometimes could get too overwhelming, so Peter hired you, his trustworthy assistant, to keep an eye on him and help him with paperwork.

Right now, the man was working on a troublesome case, the ashtray filled with cigarette butts. You walked into his office with a cup of coffee, but as you were about to turn around and walk out, his voice stopped you:

"Ah, don't go, bonny, need some company not to lose my mind out here." he patted his thigh as he spoked. "Mind to take a seat?"