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Cynthia frowned when she saw the man. She knew too well who he had to be from, but more importantly she knew that there was no point in ignoring him. Closing the door on him would only delay this little meeting she was sure.
"Come in," she said softly and let him come into her apartment. It was a small studio apartment. It was about all she could afford on her wage. Should could have gotten a bigger one in a worse part of town, but Cynthia felt she lucked out with what she had. Her work uniform was draped over a chair and the TV was atop a book shelf. The current program seem to be a PBS special on the US Mint and how money was printed.
"Sorry about the mess. Would you like some tea?" she asked as she quickly took a few books off the couch. She was obviously nervous from the way that she was acting, but that wasn't very surprising. The last time she had talked to these people it had not been pleasant at all.
"Come in," she said softly and let him come into her apartment. It was a small studio apartment. It was about all she could afford on her wage. Should could have gotten a bigger one in a worse part of town, but Cynthia felt she lucked out with what she had. Her work uniform was draped over a chair and the TV was atop a book shelf. The current program seem to be a PBS special on the US Mint and how money was printed.
"Sorry about the mess. Would you like some tea?" she asked as she quickly took a few books off the couch. She was obviously nervous from the way that she was acting, but that wasn't very surprising. The last time she had talked to these people it had not been pleasant at all.