It's the least you can do

'Well... I can try - ' you say, before getting interrupted by a smiling Alice.

'Oh, thank you, thank you!' she says, happily. 'You really are a good friend.'

'What do you want me to do?' you ask, a little sullenly.

'Well, I thought you maybe could see him at his work...' she says carefully. 'See the chemistry between him and his co-workers... maybe catch him in the act...'

'But won't he recognize me?' you ask. 'We went to the same school together, after all.'

'No, he wouldn't have cared about you back then,' Alice says. 'So he won't remember you. I know him, he forgets everyone who he deems unimportant. No offence of course, I think you're important. I talk about you all the time, and he has to ask every time who you are again. He won't remember you.'

'Oh, alright,' you answer, a little offended anyway. 'I'll see what I can do.'

'You're the best, Robbie. I could always count on you.'

'So, where does he work? What's my alibi?'

'He's the manager of a paper company. "Dunder Mifflin" it's called. You can tell him you're the owner of a start up company, looking for a paper supplier. He will grab at the chance. The paper business isn't doing so well.'

'Well, if you think it will work, I'll try...' you say.

'Oh, you're the best, Robbie!' She embraces you tightly, her perky breasts pressed against you. She releases her tight grip and says; 'You should call him for an appointment.'