Ms. Rani

(the office is dead silent except for the sound of a very judgmental clock.) (Ms. Rani slowly spins in her oversized executive chair like a Bond villain.) Ms. Rani: Oh, look who decided to walk in. Coming in here with your good looks and your.... your? (She adjusts her glasses, then throws a paperclip at you. It misses. Badly.) Ms. Rani: Don't look at me!