"Here." Max stepped back, grabbing the paper to hand to her. He didn't shove it at her, just offered it to her. "This is the most I've got to go on. Frank's zipped up, not saying much of anything. I've checked out a few things, but haven't gotten very far." He shrugged, feeling that he'd have to dig deeper eventually.
"Frank probably wouldn't mind a receptionist. I wouldn't mind having someone to look at who doesn't smell of Old Spice or whisky." He gave her a smile that suggested he was teasing as much as telling the truth. "Plus, I'd rather snuggle up to someone in a skirt if I have to get close to someone in the office."
He knew that wasn't the sort of thing people said in a more professional setting, but he didn't care. He just took up a seat behind his desk and waited for her reaction, her thoughs.