"Okay then, Jenny—" the Managing Director pauses, and checks the letter of application in front of her, "—Jenny Echo, if that's what you call yourself—can you tell me a little bit about yourself and why you want to work with Temple-Noble Temps?"
"Well, I'm not from round here; my father was a doctor," the girl begins, carefully, "and I've heard about you—heard a lot about you, and how fantastic you are, just from temping, with the way you could just be pitched into any situation and be able to sum it up, and make it work, the way good temps can, and I thought that's someone I could really learn from..." her voice falters under the skeptical gaze of the older woman, but she hurries on, her words tumbling over each other now in her eagerness, "and because because I think you're probably the only one on earth or anywhere who could help me, please - I want you to come with me, to help me find my father!"
"Oh, yeah," says the older woman with dry, sardonic inflection, "and who's your father, then?"
Echo of a Time Lord
"Well, I'm not from round here; my father was a doctor," the girl begins, carefully, "and I've heard about you—heard a lot about you, and how fantastic you are, just from temping, with the way you could just be pitched into any situation and be able to sum it up, and make it work, the way good temps can, and I thought that's someone I could really learn from..." her voice falters under the skeptical gaze of the older woman, but she hurries on, her words tumbling over each other now in her eagerness, "and because because I think you're probably the only one on earth or anywhere who could help me, please - I want you to come with me, to help me find my father!"
"Oh, yeah," says the older woman with dry, sardonic inflection, "and who's your father, then?"
"Yes!"
(one word over - sorry!)