Warwick Works
"Is my dad really what you want to talk about, Arthur?" Willow says, turning to face him with a saucy smile. Though she's not wearing one of the tank tops or short shorts she favours in the summertime, the cashmere sweater that she has on manages to hug all her curves. She doesn't have magical sex appeal to back her up, but she has all the natural skills needed to make boys her age go dizzy with desire.
Institute of Humanist Studies
Professor Bauer turns to the other employees. "Go on then. You get the rest of the day off, paid leave. Enjoy yourself." The other employees pack up and shuffle out, clearly cheerful. Even racist scum like to get a day off.
Bauer doesn't seem to consider the order as applying to her, as soon enough, she's the only one left.