Katz went out into the hall, nodded to some of the other applicants that were out there, as he picked up a magazine from the small coffee table, balancing it on his knee as he began to fill out the paperwork, smiling at some of the questions, scratching his head at some of the others.
He finished after an hour, getting up he handed it to the secretary, leaving the office a moment, to return a few minutes later with two cups of coffee. One of which he politely left on the secretary's desk.
His father had taught him that one, you want a coffee and you are in a reception, you always get the secretary one as well.
He started as she reached into her desk, pulling out some kind of elaborate probe, smiling at him as she calmly sampled the coffee with it, taking a reading to ensure it wasn't drugged in any kind of way, satisfied that it wasn't, she took a sniff, her beautiful lips curling in disgust.
"Terrible coffee, comrade," she said quietly.
Katz sniffed his, "it is?" he asked in surprise. He'd chosen the best he could find on the dispenser machine in the hall.
She nodded, pouring it deliberately into the garbage can, much to the amusement of the others in the room.
Congratulations Katz you just got burned and you weren't even trying...
"I'm going to sit over here, now," he said thumbing to his seat. Sitting down and amusing himself with a copy of the potato farmer's almanac that was so narcolepticly boring it would have made a great anesthetic.
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