Conduct Goodbye's physical (Time -1)

Goodbye had told you to fill in all of the dossier information that she and the other Ciaos hadn't been able to collect. You noticed that none of the Goodbye Girls had any measurements listed... pretty strange, considering all agents received a physical before entering the ****. You thought that seemed like an easy place to start, although it didn't seem especially likely to give you any clues as to the mole's identity... But it irked you, as a professional, to see that information left blank.

Plus, it would be interesting to know, wouldn't it?

"Wuh...? M-My measurements? Those are... ahem... top secret."

Although Goodbye said that with a serious expression, you could see sweat beads beginning to show on her forehead. You supposed this was a little awkward... most guys wouldn't measure their boss, at least not so early into their career. Still, you wanted to fill out that dossier and complete your knowledge of the Goodbye Girls. That's why you were asking, right? It wasn't because you just wanted to tease your boss.

"Whyyyy?! Why do you need my measurements?!"

You told Goodbye that you planned to get these from the other Girls down the line. If they knew that Goodbye and Ciao had already submitted their own measurements, it would be easier to get them to listen when you asked.

Goodbye stood up from her desk and pushed her glasses up with one palm thoughtfully. She crossed her arms behind her back, then began to circle around to the front of her desk. "Ah, yes. That makes sense." She continued walking, heading towards her office door. "Unfortunately, just now... I've come down with an awful stomach ache and I have to drive hooome!"

You leaped towards your boss, brandishing your measuring tape like it was a garotte and you were planning to strangle her with it. Instead, you wrapped it around her chubby waist, stopping it before she could leave through the door! It was... 38!

"Noooooo!" she cried out, as though there was no going back now that you had numerical confirmation of her obesity. You tried to console her, telling her that you weren't trying to be judgmental... Some guys even liked women with fuller figures. You told her that it was increasingly in vogue. "Really? Hm... Let's keep going, then. Take the rest of my measurements." She seemed to be getting kind of into it now...

Height: 5'4". She was a shorty.

Bust: 36D! Very impressive.

Hips: 42. "That's good, right? In vogue?" You tried not to laugh and held back your comment that these confirmed her as a super pear shape. Instead, you told her: very in-vogue. "Aaaah, good. Good, good."

The boss's mood seemed to have improved tremendously at the news. Worrying that you were setting a bad precedent, you asked if she'd tested herself for adult obesity. "Oh... I-Is obesity in vogue?" You told her bad health was never in vogue. Well, sometimes it was... But it probably wasn't a good thing to let go unchecked. "I see... I'll visit the physician. Thank you for your care, Ciao. Your willingness to give me the tough answers is somehow reassuring in these troubling times. Thank you also for your discretion."

In the end, what you'd intended to be teasing worked out surprisingly well for your performance evaluation.