"Ah, Mister Dameon! I just so happened to be looking for you. Do you happen to have the numbers from the previous meeting? I was initially looking for the files but thought it would be easier to find by going straight for the one who conducted the meeting." A colleague laughed as they caught me just as I was washing my hands.
"I suppose I do have them with me. At my desk perhaps. But I am a little busy at the moment, if you don't mind waiting." I tried insinuating I was rather tied up, but he didn't seem to be getting the message.
"I do not have it on hand with me. And I happen to have eaten something wrong last night. It was quite an evening wouldn't you say? If you could, say... Give me a couple of minutes." I brushed past him and headed towards the stall as I finally heard his footsteps receding from the bathroom.
Finally...
