“I know Bigfoot’s in there, Natalie,” you frown. “Tell him to get out here. Now.”
“Is he…” Natalie looks like a deer in headlights. “No, why would… I mean, I’m not having sex with…”
“I saw the appointment calendar on his desk. Tell him to get my goddamn tub fixed or I’m calling the city on him. For real.”
Natalie nods and closes the door. There’s some muffled yelling, then Bigfoot emerges from Natalie’s place wearing a tool belt and a scowl.