Arthur waved over a waiter to order Victor a glass of gin, "Of course, the night is still young, I've got plenty of time."
Victor took a drag of his cigarette, "At that time, our department head's wife lost a cloak while she was out, and the head specifically called me over to track down the cloak. I thought to myself, 'Fuck this, I'm here to solve cases, not run after some trivial bullshit like this'. But I had no choice, it was an order from the head, so I had my men do a cursory search."
But looking for a cloak in the vastness of Paris was a real pain in the ass, and naturally, we came up empty-handed. Before long, rumors started circulating in the office, saying the head was beginning to doubt my loyalty because of this incident. A few days later, the cloak miraculously grew wings and flew into the hands of my direct supervisor, Duplacey, who always had it in for me."
