Chapter 3
Dirk jerked awake, his chair falling backward as he tried to catch himself and failed, sprawling on the hard cement floor, catching his knee a hard crack on the unforgiving surface.
“One moment!” he yelled, grabbing the edge of the desk and hauling himself up. He eyed his jacket, decided it was still too hot, and instead quickly rolled his shirt sleeves up a couple of laps. He yanked his tie a little looser and tilted the fedora back on his head.
A quick check in his pocket mirror to make sure of the effect. A quick righting of his overturned chair. He winced at the shriek when he sat back down.
Dirk could see a female shadow through the window.
This was it. A real client. He puffed in his hand and sniffed. No halitosis, just peanut butter and chocolate.
He propped his shin
