Natasha: “Stupid assistant. Really put the ‘ass’ in it,”

Natasha mutters, though ironically she’s trying not to check you out.

You hand her the neatly written down agenda for today and she scraps it immediately onto her desk.

Natasha: “Use. The damn. Network. You see rich people carrying their schedules in a borderline origami fold, tangible piece of paper?”

She rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs.

Natasha: “No, Angelina, the answer is no.”