The head of the National Publishing House in Carterburg was an old man with a white beard. His secretary led Malin and his companions into the office. The old man, wearing thick, black-framed glasses, gestured for the three to sit down and then motioned to his secretary to go to the liquor cabinet, "What would you like to drink?"
"Coffee, with two sugars," Faye chose.
"Sweet milk," said Maya, followed by a yawn. The little Cat Girl had found the journey here to be deadly dull and it looked like the boredom was going to continue. Plus, she couldn't enjoy her brother petting her head to comfort her, and she was on the brink of boredom induced explosion.
"Black tea with a splash of brandy," Malin felt he should have some style, like ordering the special beverage of some admiral whose leg artery had been shattered by an assassin's bullet.