Moebius looked down at the shrivelled, ugly prune standing before him and stretched the best grin he could manage at her, although he suspected it looked more like he was in pain than enjoying talking to Amile. In her wake he had assured the employee's that they weren't fired and asked them politely and kindly to resume their work.

"Amile, nice to see you!"

It sounded exactly as intended, insincere and sarcastic. He knew he could get away with it because Amile was so thick skinned she would think he was being genuine. He was bang on when she started simpering and thrusting her saggy boobed chest out at him.

Moebius had decided that his best option was to accompany her right to her office so she couldn't fire any more employee's, that, plus he had some paperwork to dump on her and he wanted to see the reaction. She blabbered on about some inane show she'd been watching on TV the night before, Moebius nodded and made the right noises in the right places until they were finally at her office. Moebius opened the door for her and then walked in right after her, the paperwork already in his hand.

As soon as he closed the door behind him all pretence stopped and he slammed the paperwork down on her desk.

"Sign these or you're fired."

Amile stared at him blankly for several seconds....