Miss Nobody Page #2
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- 2010
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dust yours.
This usually happens
after lunch--
Like, 3:
00at the latest.
By Thursday,
he'll find some way
to stroke your cheek.
It's all very subtle
at first.
He'll think it's you,
but it's not.
In a week, if he's
still hot to trot,
He'll chummy up with
an innocent backrub.
Bosses are the easiest
men to screw.
Sarah jane:
Char had a point!He certainly was touchy.
On the other hand...
I mean, I have been
half-fondled
And sexually harassed.
( gasps )
I needed some advice
From someone
who knew about men.
( chuckles ) as far as
This little number?
Guaranteed erection.
Mom, you want me
to wear that?
Oh, listen, doll!
Sex-wise, men are obsessed
with four things.
Two of them,
like cow udders, fit here,
The third is a foul
and disgusting jungle,
And the fourth is
to do with calf muscles,
Hence my all-purpose
come-f***-me pumps.
Double bueno!
You'll be the ho
You know how every girl
has worn that one dress
That was just
an inch too short...
Or maybe four to five inches?
In any event, it seemed
to be working.
I was getting noticed!
I was on my way up.
Are you all right?
It's almost 6:
00.How's about you
go grab the files,
And, uh, we'll work
through dinner.
You like
chinese food?
I love chinese food.
Good. I know
the perfect spot.
How about
this hemorrhoid cream?
Stats say
it's a top seller.
One mu shu pork
and three mai tais later,
I found myself
drifting off.
Why are people needing
so much hemorrhoid cream?
Rear schmear.
But mr. Beeber
kept talking work...
Write that down.
We'll bring that up.
...And I wanted him
talking us.
Rear schmear.
It's like mom
always said.
Best way to keep
a man interested?
Get him talking
about himself.
Mr. Beeber? I-I can't
help wondering.
I mean, you have
this mile-long resume.
Why--
Why did I accept
this position?
I mean, it kind of seems
like a step down.
No offense.
New job.
Gotcha. Bored.
No, new job. N-e-w j-o-b.
Nether, everwright,
Wilder, jejeune,
Ormsby, and bardo.
See, back in st. Louis,
The head honchos
are entrenched for life.
There's no chance
for me to move up.
But... Here,
The right exec can gut
the competition
And move straight
to the top.
New job.
"how does he plan
to do this?" she asks.
With this little blue pill.
Clarity.
Clarity.
It reverses
age-onset senility.
Clarity has been
developed years ago.
It had only been tested
a little bit
And then mothballed
due to budget cuts.
The one thing
he was convinced of,
It was sure to be
the next wonder drug.
Maybe charmaine
was right!
Maybe this guy
was a catch!
Business is like chess,
sarah jane.
Yeah?
three moves ahead.
Like, when I stole your job
and insisted you work for me...
I wanted you
on my side.
You did?
The question is, do you stick
around and play my queen,
Or stay the pawn?
Queen sounds real nice.
Let's say we finish up
back at my place.
( burps )
Excuse me.
All right.
It's right in here.
Oh.
Ah! Home base.
Make yourself at home.
Nice place.
Thank you.
I just moved in,
Mm.
Yeah, I made a killing
on a foreclosure sale.
Here you are.
To subprime
bankruptcies.
To subprime
bankruptcies.
Hmm! Uh,
just a second. Sorry.
Sorry about that,
but for a moment there,
I thought it was
my fiancee.
What? Fiancee?
Mm-hmm.
You-- you mean
you're engaged?
Yeah.
Wait, we're
not gonna date?
Date? You and me?
No, of course not.
Why not?
I mean...
Then why am I here?
It-- you're
my secretary.
I always have sex
with my secretary.
What--
yeah.
Um--
It's--
Mr. Beeber!
The ladder!
I like it on the ladder.
Haven't tried it
that way yet.
Get off of me!
You just get off of me!
Mr. Beeber.
Mr. Beeber!
( gasps )
uh! Ooh!
Feisty.
Mr. Beeber, I said no!
Oh!
Mr. Beeber?
Are you okay?
( gasps )
Next day, it was there
on my face
For all the world to see...
Guilty.
Ah, there she is.
Sarah jane mckinney?
Yes.
It was the police.
Put out
your hands, please.
They'd found out.
I was sure of it.
Congratulations.
You've got your promotion.
What?
We just flew in
from the head office
to give you the news.
It seems that
mr. Beeber's had,
Well, a rather
unfortunate accident.
( gasps ) no.
I-I hope he is all right.
An umbrella just, uh--
Right through.
Well, it's tragic, really.
But the good new is
is that you're next in line.
That is good news.
So look on the bright side.
His loss
is your gain.
I finally had
my promotion!
I did write
a nice sympathy note
To mr. Beeber's fiancee.
I was sorry for her...
Even if she was going
to marry a lech.
It didn't take a genius
to see that none of the execs
Had a clue about the horrors
of cellulite-- or cared!
In short, fat cells
push up against fibrous tissue
To form clumps of fat
called cellulite.
Cream-wise, nothing we have
puts a dent in it.
Maybe I wasn't as far
out of my league as I thought.
Meet cynthia bardo.
from the new England branch.
Her main expertise?
Sales, with a side order
of s-e-x.
Leonard ormsby,
marketing guru.
Leonard's wife had recently
given him an ultimatum--
Either he lose
the blubber gut,
Or she'd divorce him
and marry his twin.
That's joshua nether,
head of finance
And our resident
sexual predator.
He thought of himself
as a lady-killer,
But really all the ladies
wanted to kill him.
Then there was pierre jejeune,
public relations.
His superiors
thought he walked on water,
But to everyone else,
total bottom feeder.
( growls )
Next up, nan wilder,
product development czar
And my boss.
She was known
to play favorites.
It's not a bad gig
if you can get it.
Last but not least,
mr. Hale everwright,
Division four's
big man in charge.
Apparently mr. E. Had little,
if any idea what he was doing,
But that didn't stop him
With great,
albeit clueless, gusto.
There you have it--
n-e-w j-o-b. New job.
...Suppositories and wipes
are performing in the field.
Excellent.
Very good work.
( whispers )
sarah jane.
Sarah.
( whispers )
jane.
Jane.
These psoriasis stats?
So, our butt plugs and wipes
Cause 10% of the public
to itch a twitch.
What do we care if it works
for the other 90?
Uh, well, in terms
of competition--
Pierre's right.
If this goop sues--
Better yet, sells--
then that's why we
Exist, isn't it,
to make profits?
Thank you for backing me
up on that.
Good job,
sarah jane.
Their message was clear.
The game is dog-eat-dog.
Did I feel small?
Oh, yeah, so much
that I nearly confessed.
Charmaine, what I'm
trying to say is that
I might have done
something bad, very bad.
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