I walk up to the secretary.
"Hi, I'm here to fix your computer problem. Would you mind leading me to the broken piece of technology?" I put on my best smug face, hopefully looking like an arrogant nerd.
"Uh, yeah. Do you know what is malfunctioning?" The secretary looks skeptical, and I'm not sure my fake expression was convincing.
"Well, you see, the business doesn't tell us what we need to fix. They leave that up to you. Seeks a little lazy, in my opinion, but that's not up to me..." I smile, trying a different tact.
"Uh-huh... What business is that?" Turns out I'm not a very good actor.
"Well, we're an agency, who's employed by you're service providers and computer vendors and the like. True CPU, we're called." I smile again, but I can feel how silly it looks.
"Uh, okay." She presses a button, and her voice rings out across the hospital. Mr. Holmes for the front lobby. Mr. Holmes for the front lobby. She turns back to me. "He'll be along shortly."
"Really? Cool." I put on my best fake smile, and this time it seemed sort of real. "So, umm. What're you doing tonight?" I knew she'd say no, but one must perform for the act.
"Yeah. No." She turned back to her computer, hammering away. Shortly, Mr. Holmes walks up.
OOC: rest later