How do I make this up to you guys?" Mark asked
The smiles he received told him that each of his friends had something in mind, but he did owe them and would take it in good humour.
Mark looked Napoleon, the man he tried to shift the blame to.
"Napoleon remember I've gotten you out of tight spots," Mark hoped Napoleon wouldn't hold a grudge or at least had a good sense of humor about it.
The spreading grin on the CEA face told him he would need to think before trying to shift the blame on Napoleon again.
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"You're right. So after the next month of desk duty, I'm sure I can find an assignment fitting for your unique skills."
Mark knew he was in for a hard month but felt he had gotten off easy. As he turned to leave, Napoleon called him back.
"Mark, you'll need these," he said handing the agent the pencils, pens, and paperclips scattered on his desk.
"Thanks loads," Mark mumbled.
As the door was closing, he heard the office fill with laughter. Walking away, he began to smile. "Well at least I won't have to ask for supplies for a while."