Eberts paced back and forth in the Official's office. What was he going to do about Avon? He was able to talk to her before, why couldn't he now? She was such a nice person. The Official was going over some documents and eating his usual lo-mien. He looked up from his papers and peered over at his nervous assistant. "Eberts," the Official said sternly. "Stop that. Your making me motion sick." "Sorry, sir," Eberts said, stopping dead in his tracks. "What's bothering you?" the Official said lifting an eyebrow. "Nothing, sir," Eberts said quickly, dreading the Official's involvement. "Eberts, don't lie to me." Eberts sighed. He couldn't lie to the Official. It was against company policy. "Well, sir. There's this woman." The Official sat up. He chuckled a little. Eberts? With a sex life? Then he shuddered. What would happen to the office? "Eberts, who?" "Um." Eberts had dreaded this moment. "Ms. Stratford, sir." The Official grimaced. "Fishing off the company pier, Eberts? Sure, Hobbes, maybe, but you?" Eberts hung his head. He knew this would happen. "So, have you asked her out yet?" The Official inquired. "No, sir," Eberts said under his breath. "I have not been able to formulate a proper approach." To Eberts' great surprise, the Official chuckled. "I'm not surprised," he said smiling. "So, would you like a little advice?" Eberts looked at the Official in complete shock. "Excuse me, sir?" "Well, back in my day," the Official said polishing his nails on his shirt, "I was quite a lady killer." "Really, sir?" "Oh sure. All the ladies wanted me. I had to beat them off with a stick." Eberts couldn't believe his ears. "Well, sir, I would really appreciate any advice I can get." "Come here." The Official said beckoning Eberts to his side. Eberts kneeled next to the Official's chair and leaned in. "Well," the Official began, "these are some of my patented moves, and they are not to leave this office. If I here anything about it from the other agents I will disavow any knowledge and you will be paying for my lo-mein out of your paycheck. Understood?" Eberts nodded anxiously. The Official leaned down and began to whisper into Albert's ear. His eyes widened as the Official finished his advice. "Sir! That actually works?" Eberts said surprised. "Every time." The Official smiled. Eberts immediately sprung up. "Sir, if I maybe excused." "Go get her, Eberts." The Official chuckled as Eberts ran out the door. The moment Eberts had left, the Official's smile turned into a frown. "That'll keep the him out of trouble.. Eberts. with a sex life." The Official shuddered again.

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