The Spy With the Yellow Hat Goes to the Library
Standing in the tight space between the front seats of the van, Ted used the rearview mirror to examine his appearance. “I hate this. I look like a moron,” he said as he fussed with the knot of his yellow and black polka dotted tie.
“Can’t help how you were born,” Ruben said with a smile.
“Please, I look good. It’s this damn outfit,” Ted retorted.
Ruben typed on his keyboard and the three monitors in front of him came to life. “The boss says wear the suit. You wear the suit. That’s how it goes,” he said.