Sheila was already at her desk when Simon arrived, blue-white semi-translucent fingers flying over the keyboard.
"Boss!" she greeted him, then, spotting the familiar silhouette of Bert and/or Ernie in the doorway behind him, "Double boss!"
"Morning Sheila," said Simon, taking off his heavy winter jacket and exchanging it for a crisp white lab coat.
"Morning Sheila!" echoed the Wilson twins, removing matching sunshine-yellow rain-slickers to reveal identical (and, to Sheila's undead eyes, unbearably hideous) knitted sweater vests over paisley-patterned dress shirts.
"What brings you two down here?" Sheila asked, handing Simon a clipboard with the day's schedule neatly pinned to it. "I thought you were busy getting the frozen yoghurt business off the ground."
Bert - at least, Sheila assumed it was Bert, although she was basing this on her pre-death memories of Bert Reynolds and the fact that this twin had a slightly more luxuriant moustache than the other - beamed.
"Happy Brothers Yoghurt is already up and running," he said. "We hired a very capable young lady named Radford-"
"Presumably some sort of niece," his brother added. "Apparently, Radford's run in the family."
"And she's got everything under control," Bert finished.
"So we thought we'd stop by here."
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