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Alexander Waverly stumbled backwards and fell unexpectedly into the arms of a new employee, a Miss Barbara Buxom.
Barbara was aptly named as she was quite well endowed.
That’s exactly where Waverly’s head landed, cushioned quite nicely as he and the woman fell backwards to the floor.
Solo and Kuryakin grabbed Waverly’s arms, lifting him to his feet and doing the same for Miss Buxom.
“So sorry sir,” Napoleon apologized,”Didn’t see you.”
“No harm done,” Waverly’s eyes twinkled. ”Perhaps next time when I summon you, you will arrive with such alacrity.”
“Yes, sir.” Napoleon blushed; Kuryakin grinned behind him.