The Desk 3D Render, Digital Artwork by Handyman454

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The Desk

3D Render by Handyman454

The desk...

It was 3:35 pm on a dark, cold and rainy, November day in Boston as I sat at my desk, feet propped up on the desk top, sipping coffee I'd just made with the new coffee maker Vickie had gotten me for the office and placed on the file cabinet near the doorway.
My office door stood invitingly open, awaiting the sudden rush of potential clients and I briefly considered enlarging it to accommodate the load as I gazed occasionally through it and into the office across the hall from mine, at the cute, receptionist who all but ignored me.
I was on hold, waiting patiently for a 3 o-clock appointment with a new client who would undoubtedly, impart upon me, a new case of spying on a cheating husband or fixing a financial issue with an errant child and my desk was cluttered with files and news papers, the top right drawer open, exposing the S&W 45 auto I kept there for unexpected surprises of the ugly kind.
I was just finishing the McNamara funnies when Bubba appeared in my doorway and I casually lowered my right hand to the edge of the open drawer.

"No worries Spensa. I'm not here for that kinda biz." He drew out slowly in his heavy, New York accent as he stepped into the office and gazed around.
"Not bad for a two bit dick." He added shortly after finishing the appraisal and then walked to the file cabinet, lifted a mug, turned it over and filled it with coffee.

"I'd offer you a coffee Bubba." I said as I watched him go through the motions. I didn't trust him and my hand was still on the edge of the drawer. "But I don't like you and hope you'll leave soon."

Bubba chuckled. "You still sore about bein shot?" He asked.

"As memory serves, you got shot too." I returned.

He smiled wickedly at that. "Yeah." He replied after a moment. "You got real lucky there Spensa."