Secretary answers the phone while stud creams her face

Right.

What's wrong?

So, er, how many days have you had to get this office organised?

Just today.

Just today?

Yeah.

Is that why your work schedule says three weeks to get the new office organised?

I know, but I found something.

You found...

What, really?

Yeah, this...

And what do you do with that?

Well, I don't know.

Was that your new in-tray?

Oh, mind you.

I suppose you think this is going to get you out of trouble, do you?

Well, I couldn't help getting distracted.

It's a funny way to spend three weeks.

Well...

I know, but it was very nice.

Hmm.

Hmm.

I just couldn't help myself.

I don't know if I spent three weeks at it then.

Show us what you do with that.

See what you've been spending company money on.

Fuck.

You're a fucking moron, don't you?

Forget all these tits.

Come fuck me.

Fuck.

I've still become a zombie.

Go and get a fucking chair. Go and get a fucking chair. Stick it against that wall.

Yeah, whatever you say.

Let's get this fucking office organised. Come on.

Okay, okay.

I can't believe you're doing some fucking work.

That's it. A bit of heavy lifting.

Alright, I'm doing it.

Is that okay?

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