The tall woman enters the office, almost filling the doorway with her height and width. "Mr. D.C. Johnson? I know you're just about to leave for a meeting." She sighs audibly. "But I can't let you go to that meeting. Some men hired me to -- keep you occupied, one way, or another. We can either do this pleasantly..." she strides over to him with a sadistic smile, "...or unpleasantly." She stands before him, frowning, and flexing her biceps. "So you may as well sit back down at your desk, and I will keep you company. This will take about three hours, and then you are free to go."