Boss -- Horndog -- Libido

Richard smiled to himself as something of a plan had started to take form inside of his skull, a plan to kill two birds with one stone. Its only real issue being that it couldn't be done in a single day, but Rome wasn't built in a day and in truth, the few days it would take didn't really bother him.

There did, however, come to be something which bothered Richard that day and it materialized once he had managed to find his way back to the office. That was the marked lack of signs that his relic had worked. Frustration was one way to describe his feelings, but worry was another, he was worried about whether he had asked the relic to do the correct thing or not with regards to his plans.

The big reason for the lack of signs given to Richard was due, in a large part, to the lack of his boss' presence in the office. She had barely been seen all day, to remedy this lack of the person who he'd leveled the spell at, Richard walked over to the private office where his boss often kept to themselves.

An ear was soon pressed against the gates to the boss' realm. Richard could hear a strange shuffling noise inside, a rhythmic wet sound. Sometimes it sounded like a desk being pressed against and other times it sounded like porridge being mixed.

"What are you trying to hear and what are you hearing?" Richard's coworker asked in slight exasperation, her face was just as made up as it had been the day before, which detracted somewhat from her attempt to scare an answer out of the eavesdropper.

"Neither of you should care in the slightest about that! Why are you not at your desks!?" Came a sudden set of words out of a disheveled looking woman who had emerged from behind the door where Richard had been listening.

Richard didn't know exactly where to look, only that the sum of the parts he saw made filled him with mirth. In one direction was a face covered in glitter and in the other was a woman whose professional dress had been made wrinkled and uneven from some recent activity.

The eyes which stared at the two offending people, who had so impertinently moved away from their important work, tried to command the fear that they usually did, but instead what came from the woman's expression was embarrassment. She exuded an embarrassment from her blushing face right beneath her professional makeup, which stood in stark contrast to the overdone makeup of her underling.

Richard was at this point finally pleased, inferring exactly what his boss had been doing before she tried to shoo the curious ears away. With this knowledge gained, Richard went back to his desk, determined to keep his head down until he could institute the next phase of his plan.