What Color am I wearing?

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The door creaked open slowly followed by the sound of footsteps. The footsteps were careful, as if they'll tip over if they walked faster than its current pace. I ignored it and leaned forward to reach a copy of the Time Magazine that was left scattered on the table, together with some Manila Bulletin and Inquirer newspapers.

"Mr. Brooks?" A woman, dressed in a fine red coat asked me corteously, looking at my face while doing so.
"Yes?" I looked above to meet her eyes.
"Im Amy Widens, nice to meet you" she moves her arms forward and strikes a handshake pose. I immediately answered out of respect.
"What can I do for you Ms. Amy?"
"Well, a friend referred me to you, I am moving to Espanya but unfortunately the house Im moving to looked like it was overturned by a hurricane, I do know your an expert on designing interiors so I would like to maybe consult or get your help about this matter?" She leans forward, letting her perfectly curled hair drop and sway in the process.

I put down the time magazine that I was reading. My hands clasped together as I lay back and scooche myself on the couch I was sitting on for a more comfortable spot. Ms. Widens doesn't move a little.

"What color would you like then?" I asked.
"Blue" she immediately responds.
"You sure about that special agent?"
The woman looked confused and made a contour on her forehead then followed
"What do you mean spe-"
"Special agent" I completed the phrase for her.

At that moment her pose suddenly changed and shifted back, puzzled at what I said and perplexed on the fact that I just called her a special agent.

"You might be mistaking me for some-"
"No no no, Ms. Widens, I am certain"
I stood up as soon as I uttered those words. My hands stuffed in my pocket and I walked a few steps away from the couch and the table we are conversing from. This woman still mind-boggled at what I told her couldn't figure anything out.

"Lets take the fish out of the net then, shall we?" I put a grin.

"It is 36 degrees outside and you sport a long red coat, probably indicating of some rich background, but you have gotten here without any trickle of sweat from you, which might suggest you came from a car. That coat is formal and you might be coming from work. Yes? But i doubt it since its 2 in the afternoon and almost 76% of the jobs here ends in 5 or 6 in the evening." I walked a little more as I continued explaining.
"So if your really coming from a job, what kind of job would it be allowing you to go out of at this time of day? Perhaps you own a company? But judging from the way your hands are right now, I doubt it. Most company owners sit back and watch, as money flows in from their side but you have caluse both on your left index finger and on your right point finger, also a caluse is portruding on the joint where your arms and your hands are connected suggests intensive use of computers, is it that busy in your company Ms. Widens?"

The woman still has the contour lines on his forehead, judging by the way she looks, nothing is sinking in to her brain.

"You don't have a ring and I say you're about 35 no? Or 37? If you don't have one you're not married or you just removed it but there are no tan lines on your right ring finger to indicate such ring was present, again, is it so busy in your job that you forgot to marry? And the way you lean forward, with your left hands closed and the way it meets the table is interesting. That posture is the posture we liked to call seducting the criminal talking with your body leaning forward as if your within his reach and you are offering help but just outside of his true grip so a person can show you what he did. Correct?"

"Mr. Brooks, I am utterly confu-"
"And yes special agent one more thing" I frisked my chin.
"You are correct that I am Mr. Brooks, but how would you know? I am living in an apartment which has a common living area. I dont own a website and I don't have any social media accounts. If it is true a friend told you I was a designer, you would know my name but not my face since I dont bring souvenirs with my clients. And the way you asked me, its as if you are so sure that I am Harrison Brooks, the designer! So Ms. Widens or Ms. Special agent... How may I help you?"

The woman was in awe. Silenced of what I just concluded in mere seconds.

"Impressive" a deep voice reached my ears. The door opened again and this time a man appeared with a hat, clapping slowly and silently.
"Thank you Anna, you had done a beautiful job"
The woman nods and hurriedly exits the area but leaves a small smile at me before doing so.

"Brooks, its been a long time" He said.
"Morgan you dick" I smiled at him with glee but still cautious.
"I guess you're here for my lead?" I added.
"Yes and No. No because Im also here to persuade you to go back to us"
I didn't made a move, I let silence convolute the room around us.
"You watched the video? Yes? Its been a week since Dowson gave it to you"
I nodded after he asked the question. I turned around and grabbed a briefcase hidden behind the couch.
"Another lunatic huh?"
"Yes, and we need your help" Morgan opens his hands as he utters the word help.

"Can't catch him with 30 pairs of eyes?" I asked.
"40 pairs, still nothing."
The silence captivated the room for a minute. Morgan was unable to comprehend what the silence means but he did not break it. Instead he sits on the couch with a straight body, worried.

A quarter of an inch-thick paper flies to the table directly where Morgan is, he looked up to me as an answer.

"Thats somewhere in the Middle Province" I uttered.