Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag
BISHOP
Buzzed up by her secretary, I knock on Penelope’s Parisian office door for the second time in as many days with a distinctive tap.
“Ughhhh,” I hear from the side. “Back already…? Fine.” I hear the muffled slam of another drawer. “Come in already, Bishop.”
I turn the doorknob to Pea’s large oak door. I grin. “Don’t give me that, Pea. You knew I was coming. Your secretary called it in so you could buzz me up.”
Penelope swings her long head of hair over her shoulder. In a new suit fitted with a beige jacket and pencil skirt, she scans me over. She sits behind her desk, smiling with an evil glint in her eye. She taps her nearby keyboard.
“Yeah, I know,” she comments flippantly. “Just felt like giving you a hard time.”
I start to chuckle, and she joins
