Re: Phone call to C. Byron.
[The tinkling sound of an Aladdin's cave full of keys as she tries to fish one or two out for the Academy, but ultimately she just gives up and makes one as she leaves to secure her door. The sound changes, even on the modern Blackberry.] Absolutely not. [It sounds more imperious audible.] I don't have time to train and brief a staff member. If you do not cease trying to make my life difficult, Byron, I will lock you in your apartment until you can do no more damage.