Harris kept waiting at the door but there was no answer. He knocked again, impatiently. He had to find that girl, for his boss. To his relief, after several minutes, the lock of the door clicked. The door opened and a yawning young male stood before him dressed only in his boxers. His excitement vanished.
He was looking for a girl, but a man opened the door. Still, he was not completely disappointed. Maybe she was somewhere inside the house. All he had to do was ask about her. He was staring at the man and the man who opened the door stared at him from head to toe.
"Hello..." started Harris but the man shut the door in his face.
"Oh, man! Early morning. Don't you see the time? We don't want anything. Go sell your shit someplace else," shouted the man.
It was time to exert authority. "FBI! Open the door," Harris again knocked at the door and shouted.
Instantly, the door flung open. "Did you say, FBI?" the man rubbed his eyes with disbelief.
