“You are very busy I see,” he commented, as he sat down and prepared his typewriter.
“This is work related,” Napoleon countered, holding the magazine up for Illya to see. “The Old Man has finally given me the go ahead for my request.”
Illya stood up again, and crossed over to take a closer look. The magazine turned out to be a catalogue.
“Has Mr Waverly warned accounting?” Illya said, with a sarcastic grin. “You redecorating this office will blow their budget for the year.”