It was not the most pleasing condition for Q. At least that was what the small sized woman in her lent two piece suit and her uncomfortable pumps thought. He was eyeing her suspiciously. That suspiciously that she wondered, if she should feel embarrassed or intimidated. She decided that no one would intimidate her, so she straightened up a bit, to seem taller, than she actually was. Well, actually she was rather small than tall, except you think that five inch three is actually tall.
"Miss Carper will be your new assistant. One her professors, one of our best recruitment instances put her forward. Her recommendations by various other instances and won engineers competitions are remarkable. She will be a fruitful addition to your team. Q, we can be proud, that Miss Carper excepted our offer!", M, the boss of MI6 said and folded his hands on his Desk. One could feel and see Q tense in his chair.
"Sir, I appreciate your suggestion to add Miss Carper to our team and I would be delighted if she would join us, but I think I expressed my wish, I would even say verbalized it, to choose my assistant myself!", Q answered. M just gave him a grief look before he answered himself,
"Q, I didn't suggest Miss Carper as your new assistant, I introduced her to you, as your new assistant. You had a good while to choose for yourself, a time, I consider you did not use!".
Now, it was not only Q tensing more and more. Now, it was the before mentioned Miss Carper, who tensed. Not because she felt uncomfortable or intimidated by the war of words held by the other two men in the room. It was because she got more and more infuriated. By both of them. While both kept on fighting, well in a rather delighting way to be honest, she closed her eyes for a moment, before she stood up. It was one of those moments she hated what she was wearing. It was a black suit lent to her by her roommate, because she actually had nothing nice to wear, except from her first fiddle and a cocktail dress she had worn at her prom. And because her roommate was actually half a head tall than her, it was too big by two sizes. So when she tried to gracefully stand up from the chair, it turned out being far from gracefully, as she was in a constant fight with the loose pants.
"Gentlemen, I think it is time for me to leave you for a minute, until you sorted out, what to do with me, excuse me please!", she uttered, while oppressing the incredible need to grip the waistband of the pants and left the room.