33: a meetup

Harry strolled to the kitchen to make coffee before dressing up for work and to have a meeting with the representative of the spy agency. He didn't know what the meeting was going to look like, so he had no expectations. But one thing was certain: he was a bit scared because he didn't want to expect it, and he felt like he had already come this far to turn back. He wanted someone to accompany him, but he didn't have anyone to call all his friends in Brooklyn and ever since he moved to New York City, he had not kept in touch with them, so slowly the friendship had deteriorated. He'd have told Get-High to accompany him, but he still owed him money, so that wouldn't be possible, and there was no way on earth that he wouldn't ask for his money. He sighed; he had to pay up soon.

He had been standing at the counter and taking small sips; now he had to go to try his best to meet up with the meeting so he wouldn't give an impression. When he stepped into the room, he remembered wh