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prompt #175:
Ew. Cheese steak wrapper. Half-empty milkshake.
Ew. Used condem. 'Someone's sleeping with their secretary.'

The intruder upon this usually calm setting smirked. She was already composing a biography for, let's see. The office door just said 'A. V. - Accountant'. But, this reciept said, 'drumroll please', 'Aaron Valencia, how very typical you appear, Mr. Valencia'.

Oh well, back to the point of this operation. Had to hurry up before the janitor circled back around, didn't we?

'Ha, sorry Mr. Valencia, but I think I'll call you Mr. Vallium instead', the intruder had hit upon a stashed empty prescription bottle about half-way through their treasure expedition.

Ew. Another used condom, seriously? 'I'm going to have to search your desk for pictures, because you must be at least a little good looking, for an accountant.'
Bingo, unshredded records. 'All that bangin' the help must've distracted you. Lucky for me. Not so much for your ex-client Mr. Vallium.'
Identity. Stolen.