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Blunt gave Alex an incredulous look, "Let me get this straight, you blew your cover within the first 15 minutes of arriving at your location?"

Alex gave a weak cough, and looked at the ground. "I guess so."

Blunt stared at the report, "Upon arriving at his house you tripped over his cat, and in the process knocked over his collection of bobble heads; which then set off the alarm and woke everyone in the house up."

Alex gave a sheepish smile, "About that…"

Blunt interrupted him, "How does that even happen?"

"By balance is a little off sir, I'b sorry" Alex said hoarsely. He tended to be really clumsy when sick.

"I want you too…" Blunt was cut off by a coughing fit by Alex.

Blunt took a few steps back, he was a big germaphobe and Alex was really starting to gross him out.

Alex then stood up to grab a few tissues off of Blunt's desk and knocked over a stack of papers in the process.

Blunt sighed, "Just get out, we will talk about this later."

Alex shrugged, "That's fine with be." He then went to go out the door, but literally ran into Mrs. Jones, sending her cup of coffee flying all over the new rug in the office.

Blunt rolled his eyes, was the kid doing this on purpose?

Alex handed the cup to Mrs. Jones on the way out the door, ignoring the mess. "I'b so sorry!"

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A week later….

Blunt sat at his desk feeling miserable. "I'b dying."

Mrs. Jones simply shrugged. "It's karma."

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