"The look on your face when Mr. Fendler said you could have me. I've seen that look hundreds of times, and it always means the same thing."
"But...." he protested.
"We understand each other perfectly, don't we?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes. We have our desks in separate offices."
"No we don't. I intend to sit with my desk directly opposite you so I can keep my eye on you at all times. Mr. Fendler gave me the job of seeing that you do your job, and I'm going to do it."
"Sadist," he snapped.
"Of course," she agreed. "But can I help it?"
He looked at her, and suddenly he grinned. "No, you can't. But with you sitting across from me, that realization won't lessen my sufferings any."
"It won't be so bad," she said. "You can look."
"You are a sadist!" he exclaimed.