Examples of actions for this story:

Bold is for when any of the characters communicating through thoughts.

Italics will be for letters, assignments, etc.

Underline will be author's note, obviously. :P


"What's it say, Lope?" Henry questioned, as he glanced over his assistants shoulder, trying to read the letter.
"You're becoming really annoying, boss." Penelope commented, as she began to read the letter to herself. Blocking out any attempts to guess/read her thoughts as Henry stared at her.

Dear Miss Penelope,

I've written your assigned dorm room on the back of this letter, also putting your room key into the letter's envelope.
Might I suggest that you try and refrain from using your weapons and/or powers while at Spenser Academy?
You definitely don't want any police officers involved with your mission, do you?
Say hello to Henry for me, yes?

Sincerely, Mr. Simms.

P.S.: Please, excuse Reid Garwin's ridiculous behavior.

P.S.S.: 200 is your dorm room number and you're not bunking with anyone. Be kind to my boy, please, Penelope?

"The old man's getting sloppy, don'tcha think, Lope?" Henry gazed down at his assistant, grinning like an idiot once more.
"Just shut up. When will we be leaving to Spenser Academy?" Penelope questioned the thirty-one year old. "Or are you also losing your hearing?"
"Sorry? Did you say you're being a bitch?" Henry held his hand up to cup his ear, "I agree with that statement."
"And you call yourself grown man? Ha, more like a small minded boy."
"Shut your mouth, Martin."
"When you grow up a lot more, I'll shut up." She smiled as she continued, "Which will probably be when you turn fifty. Hopefully."
"Fuck off." Standing up from the booth, Henry grabbed his jacket and secretly flipped the waitresses and waiters off behind their backs.
"Too pussy to do it while they're turned toward us, huh, Boss?" Standing up also, she pulled out a twenty and laid it down on the table top of the booth as a tip. Leaving the waitress twenty dollars should surely piss Henry off, she thought to herself, waiting and watching.

Cursing at Penelope, Henry glared up at her and accused her of doing that to annoy the piss out of him. "You're a bitch."
"Only to assholes like you, boss." Turning towards the door, her long, black skirt swept across the room as she slung her bag over her right shoulder, pausing mid-stride to wait for Henry to catch up.
"Pain in my ass." He growled only loudly enough for her to hear.
"It's what I'm also here for, boss." She grinned at him as he paused to shrug on his jacket, zipping the zipper up and grasped Penelope's hand, resuming the act of a father guiding a blind daughter around. Putting on her black shades, she tried to act as best as possible as a blind young lady would.

This is stupid, Henry.
Penelope's blank expression didn't give away her communications with her boss.

So it is, Lope. But, please, bare with it, will you?
A slight tug of Henry's lips made it like he wasn't trying to grin.

"You're a legit bastard, you know that, Boss?" Penelope mumbled so that Henry could only hear her.
"I know." He replied, cheekily.