After having made a fool of himself in my office and a flood of himself on my desk, he finally left me - and he left me a rotten smell in the air aswell. I knew nothing about this man, but I assumed he was European, because I've heard about the likes of him there. In the state of Denmark!

I looked at my desk, but imideatly regretted that I did. His verbal puking had left his liquids all over my desk, and I felt I had to pick up his letter as 4 letters in cup is one too much. The letter was soaking, and after reading it I realized that this letter was dictated, and the writer was wet too - behind his ears!:

Dear Tohom Itmey Konsern
Find out his name and fill it in!
Now, say that he must meet us at the Dark Sophia Hotel.
No. Don't write that, he must not know where we are.
Cross it out and write that he should meet us at the Eatalien Café Donde Rowd. I must remember to send someone there. Perhaps you, Jaap? Yes, you. Are you dictating? Good.
Now, say that we have his sister, and that she will come of no harm if he does as we say. Now say that he has to meet us at that Café. Yes. Indeed.
At noon tomorrow! And don't sign it this time!
Jaap

I put the letter in my filing cabinet under R - for recycling! Noon tomorrow was a day away, but I had no time to loose, so I made my way for the Dark Sophia Hotel, expecting the worst.

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