Try this for a deep, dark secret. The great
detective Remington Steele... He doesn't exist! I invented him. Follow: I
always loved excitement, so I studied and apprenticed, and put my name
on an office. But absolutely nobody knocked down my door. A female
private investigator seemed so... feminine. So I invented a superior. A
decidedly masculine superior. Suddenly, there were cases around the
block. It was working like a charm. Until the day he walked in, with his
blue eyes and mysterious past. And before I knew it, he assumed
Remington Steele's identity. Now I do the work and he takes the bows.
It's a dangerous way to live, but as long as people buy it, I can get
the job done. We never mix business with pleasure. Well... almost never.
I don't even know his real name!
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