Napoleon
"Look, Ramses, I'm sure you're looking for her, but she's not here." Napoleon makes a face at the wall, glad he answered his own phone for once.
"No. I promise. She's not. Try her cellphone. Yes. Okay. Goodbye." He sighs and hangs up the telephone, tapping his pen on the desk. It certainly is desirable, Ramses' methods of wrangling women. Not that women are cows or something that need to be wrangled. Napoleon sighs to himself and rests his head in his hands.
"Mr. Bonaparte?" Ana says, coming into his office, once again forgetting to knock.
"Yeah?"
"The copier's jammed. Can you do that thing where you're like...nice to it or whatever?"
"Yeah, sure." Napoleon gets up from his desk and as he brushes by her, whispers in her ear, "Your boyfriend called. He wants to talk to you."
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