Safe

His first day at the FBI, didn’t go well.

A trick played on him by older agents. Keeping Britain safe, he was allowed to type out the letters for the undercover agents.

It wasn’t his fault he got distracted. She walked up to the counter, blew smoke in his face. ‘Can I see The Boss?’ she said.

He pulled down his Fedora hat, and nodded in her direction. ‘I will call him for you, who is it that is speaking.’ He put on his best, posh voice. First impressions were important, especially on his first day.

‘Marta Hari,’ she said, with a grin.

‘Miss? Mrs Hari?’

‘Miss, of course, why are you asking?’

‘No, I mean, sorry.’

It was only when he heard laughter behind his desk, he knew it was a prank.