Marge S...Bouvier

As he turned around, he saw his (for the lack of other words related to paradoxical marriages) ex-wife. Apparently the fact that she was married to the job helped modifying her curves. That pink office dress really resulted her eyes ( and the two orbs too) Her legs even looked more shapely thanks to the lack of work she needed to do.

"Marge?" The fat CEO said, surprised for what she had become.

"Yes, Mr. Simpson" The concept of the woman calling him that instead of something like Homey was creepy in some sort of way.

"Oh ehm... How... how are the kids?" Homer needed to think fast. He was an idiot, but the fact that she looked like that and apparently they weren't married to each other only could meant one thing.

"What kids? You know that I only have time to do a good job" As she spoke, a sense of strangeness came over Homer. In one part, that was great. He didn't need to strangle Bart or bare that **** that was Lisa's piano. But from the other, a sense of deep and profound sadness washed over his bald head. The realization that the old life was behind him, never to be seen again. "Oh Mr. Simpson, why are you sad?" As Marge said, he realized that a tear came flowing from his left eye.

"Oh it's nothing it's just... the fear of our profits going down" The answer apparently satisfied the secretary.

"Don't worry for that, the profits from the Nuclear Plant are going to the moon, as those kids say now. Any way, do you wish anything more?"