“Looks so Victorian,” he said.
“Dark walnut, long windows and dark maroon curtains? Looks more like a Victorian whorehoue.” She said.
“Whorehouse?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Tried to sound Victorian,” she said back.
“And here comes madam!” he said in a whisper.
She giggled.
“Carlotta Berg,” she introduced herself with a soft handshake to both of them.
“I should have worn a tie,” he said.
“Please follow me,” Carlotta Berg said and started moving towards a tall dark double door.
“Yes you should,” she said while following Carlotta Berg.
“Please, do sit” Carlotta Berg said pointing at to two heavy wooden chairs, with high solid backs and total lack of any comfort. Then she moved around a heavy wooden desk, totally bare minor a white paper and a pen and sat on a chair straitening her custom tailored jacket. A blindening white brooch on her right side was the only decoration in the room including the empty dark walnut bookcases.
Carlotta Berg slowly swivelled her chair for him to her and after looking somewhere beyond the closed doors she decided to turn to her and ignore him.
He didn’t mind.
He liked more the greyness of the sky coming through the windows behind Carlotta Berg.
“Are you two married?” Carlotta Berg asked still looking at her.
“We try to avoid disturbances in our work.” He answered still looking at the gray clouds.
She smiled in her most friendly smile.
Carlotta Berg ignored his answer and continued looking at her.
“And you are a private eye,” Carlotta Berg stated the obvious.
“We are,” she said back still holding at her friendly smile.
He looked at her with a smile, she definitely didn’t like Carlotta Berg.
“I never heard of a private eye in the area,” Carlotta Berg said.
“Neither have we,” she said with the emphasis on the ‘we’.
“I’m sure there are in Stockholm, perhaps in Goteborg,” Carlotta Berg continued like she hadn’t said anything.
“We have security companies though.” Carlotta Berg added.
“I’m sure you have.” She said. He was practicing be-silent-yoga.
“Do you carry?” Carlotta Berg asked quit suddenly.
“We are not on television and it is illegal in this country,” she said.
“But I carry him,” she added after a bit.
Charlotte Blair looked at him like she saw him for the first time. First his face and then he big arms.
“Right,” Carlotta Berg said with a meaning.
“I can also cook,” He said.
“He sometimes quotes Paul as well,” she said.
“Paul Éluard?” Carlotta Berg seemed socked.
“No, Paul McCartney. I love you yeah yah and things like that.” She said and crossed her eyes at him.
He smiled at her and there was silence in the room for a while.
“Private eyes,” Carlotta Berg said again looking back in universe beyond the closed double doors of her office.
“And here we are,” she said in a tone that started betraying her slowly boiling annoyance.
She was never good with small talk. Something to do with her Finnish upbringing.
“My position …hum…” Carlotta Berg started saying.
“Is private and we are strongly private,” He felt it was time to speed up things a bit.
“Right, right…” Carlotta Berg said again.
She gave her one of those looks only women can read and be scared. “I think somebody embezzles capitals from the institute.” Carlotta Berg finally said.
“Right,” he said.
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