Mr. Renault turned and looked at Mr. Wilder's secretary, who put down a set of files and quickly left the room. The shock on her face was too amusing, Mr. Renault thought, though Mr. Wilder did not seem to share his amusement.

"Mr. Renault, can you focus, please?" Mr. Wilder said. "This could not have come at a worse time for us."

"Oh? For us? You think this is an 'us' situation?"

"Isn't it? You were to give that big presentation today. The one with our clients who have all flown in. We can't really reschedule. So, unless you have a plan..."

"Yeah, we go on with it. We get someone with my new size and have them lend me a business outfit."

"You're still going to do it? I don't think I have any men around that quite have that figure."

"Who said men?"

A that, Mr. Wilder stopped.

"Let me see if I understand. You want to go up there dressed as a woman?"

"I am one now." Mr. Renault pointed out. "Yes. A good pants suit or a skirt suit. I think Tori might be this size. We then tell them the truth, and we just go for it."

"Do we? And how do you think that'll go?"

"Do you have a better idea? Who else knows this like I do? Who else knows these people? We can't cancel, we can't delay. So, we do this."

Mr. Wilder frowned, then put a hand to his face in frustration.

"Yes." He said softly. "Yes, you're right, fuck! I don't like this at all."

"Look, neither do I or the woman whose body I have. By the way, she's sitting in my office and very uncomfortable in my business suit. Can we at least get something to drink and maybe something to eat? She's been much more patient than she has any right to be."

"Yeah, about all that, how did... you know what, I don't really care right now. You can tell me all about it later. For now, okay, we get you some clothes, I'll personally see to her being kept happy, and we do this. Deal?"

"Deal."