Feeling his insides tighten, Rupert's mouth opened slightly in awe at the woman's pouting, and then he made a faint inexplicable sound at the way she batted her eyelashes at him. "Uh-uhhhhhh..." He needed to calm himself, he realized. Rupert had long promised himself and his therapist not to let his issues get in the way of his job performance, or anything else in his life. It was about control and ways to bargain with himself about certain things, to calm himself in the face of certain things. "I-I su-s-suppose I c-c-c-can c-c-c-c-call m-my ass-assistant." He finally replied, swallowing hard and running a hand through his hair immediately after.
Drawing a deep breath he picked up the phone and dialed the extension to his assistant's office. "R-r-r-randy I n-n-need y-y-ou up h-here." After his assistant said he would be at Rupert's desk immediately, Rupert hung up and looked up at the woman nervously. "A t-t-tour w-w-was it?" Hesitantly, Rupert got up from his chair and around his desk. He wondered what the woman want a tour for, but it wasn't his place to ask, only to make sure the people who came here were satisfied.