An admission of guilt

"Fine. I won't bother trying to convince you otherwise, you seem to be pretty sure of yourself already." You say.

Sofia breathes a sigh of relief knowing she won't have to argue with you on this.

"Care to explain what's been happening then?" Sofia says.

"I suppose you're owed an explanation." You say with a sigh.

"First of all, my assistant out there is in fact Meg." You say.

"What?! Our Meg, from reception?" She asks shocked.

"One and the same. She underwent some... changes during her sabbatical. Dramatic changes, as you've seen." You reply.

"But why?" Sofia asks.

"It's a long story, perhaps you can ask her yourself when we're done here. As for Diane, she's become a sort of... company property lately. She volunteered to be the office whore and so she's been dressing accordingly." You respond.

"What do you mean... office whore?" Sofia says with a look of disgust.

"I mean she's kindly offered up her body for all the men of the office to use as they please, to alleviate any... stress. That's why our productivity numbers have been so high lately, everyone has been so focused thanks to Diane taking such good care of them." You contine.

Sofia looks too stunned to speak, clearly being thrown off by the absurdity of what's been happening behind her back all this time.