I sat in my office, puffing on a candy stick (cigarettes are bad for you) as the soft wind cooled
my face. A gust of wind blew through the window and lifted my hat from my head. I watched
as it flew though the air, and then shredded up in the fan. I grabbed another hat.
I am Me. My name is Me that is. With a name like Me, I think my parents may have hated Me, er, me, but not enough to name me Helga (I apologize to all the Helga's out there for that comment). Anyway, I am Me, Private I, I mean Eye. I was the best woman in the business. Well... that might not be entirely true, but I try real hard and my mom always told me that as long as I do my best, nothing else matters... even if my office is in my mom's basement...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I sat straight up, "Uh, c-come in."
The door creaked open, and in he/she/it walked (note: say "he she it" real fast
"Excuse me," it