>You think fast, telling the woman that you're the gardener. A replacement gardener, in fact, while the usual one takes a vacation. You were just stooping down to check whether or not the soil in the planter was wet. She looks at you strangely. "We don't have a gardener," she says, "that's not even a real plant." "Fine," you reply. "I'm looking for the big boss. I'm worried about the activities of this organization and what I've seen here hasn't helped my peace of mind. It sounded to me like two of your colleagues were talking about lobbying Parliament for a copyright extension." She speaks slowly. "That's what we do. It's in the best interests of our member companies to have the longest copyright term possible. Duh."
You're a little taken aback. Is this what James Bond feels like when his enemies explain their plans?
Do you interject
or let her go on talking?