r. Fernandez, are you in?" asked Rebecca, knocking on Jose's door.

"Come in," called Jose. Rebecca opened the door to find him on the telephone. He motioned for her to take a seat, and continued with his conversation.

Jose: Before I forget, you are calling me from a pay phone, right? Don't trust the office phones, just in cased they're tapped.

Diane: I'm not a two year old, Jose!

Jose: Glad to hear it. So the car wasn't searched?

Diane: Nope. I found your manilla envelope under the seat, just where you always leave it. Really, Jose, this is the twentieth century! When are you going to start using your computer? I'm the only secretary in the building who has to collate files from her boss' manilla envelope!

Jose: You'll endure the shame somehow, Diane. Hold on, for a moment...

"Mrs. Newton, where did you hide Cushing's files?" Jose asked Rebecca.

"I'd rather not say," she stammered, "but I'll go get them, if you want."

"You have the files here?" exclaimed Jose. "I don't remember you carrying anything yesterday." Rebecca looked embarrassed and blushed. "Oh. I see," replied Jose.

"What do you see?" asked Diane, her voice carrying loudly over the telephone receiver.

"I'll bring you Mr. Cushing's files," Rebecca said, quickly excusing herself.

Jose: Never mind, Diane. Rebecca has the files on her. You won't have to go get them, after all. I would like my envelope, though.

Diane: How soon do you need it?

Jose: FedEx it as soon as possible. Send it in care of the Marriott Fallsview hotel, Niagara Falls, room 219, and address it to Anthony Ramirez.

Diane: What are sisters for?

Jose: I'm not sure, but I'll let you know when I find out.

Diane: Ha, ha. <click!>

Ten minutes later, Rebecca knocked on Jose's door. Jose opened the door and took the files she handed him.

"There's only four or five files," she pointed out as Jose quickly scanned the pages, as if searching for something in particular.

"What are you looking for?" asked Rebecca.