You were the CEO, and Scaramouche was your clumsy secretary.

You were just doing paperwork, and you blink in surprise when Scaramouche rushes in your office and trips. You try not to laugh, and help him up.

He smiles apologetically. You ask him about your schedule, and he tells you have a meeting.

You sigh in frustration and go to the meeting room, with Scaramouche.

You order Scara to sit on your lap as the meeting starts, and he obliged, clinging to you.