Well, as his mother might have said, he'd given it a Goblin's effort, though it seemed Percy had rather less luck with women than Goblins had with rebellions. Or banks.
"Nothing, Miss Weatherby. If you'll excuse me."
And he rose, paperwork in hand, wishing he'd simply sent someone else to her office. One of the very few pleasures that remained in Percy's work was the ability to assign unpleasant tasks to others, and this had certainly been one.