Thursday, I had an email announcing my new "Friend From Hell" would be arriving at the weekend. It apologised for the cockup over the last individual it had sent (a suitably obnoxious man, but utterly useless when it came to the job I wanted him from). This time, the email promised, my FFH was guaranteed to impress.
"We have thoroughly tested your New Friend From Hell, and can confirm they are extremely capable."
I snorted and closed the email. It had been a long battle to get them to admit fault. I had wanted my money back but the Infernal Corporation was renowned for not returning funds once allocated. I had submitted a lot of evidence, and eventually, they had taken the obnoxious man (apparently, he had been incinerated immediately on return: good residence!).
Saturday morning, when the doorbell rung I had forgotten all about the email.
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