Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say he's a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy. And...oops! I may have imitated him after a company wide conference call...which he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial. Eep! Apparently he's been asking about the identity of the jokester, but I'm not worried; my co-workers will never tell-we're a loyal family. The furor dies down after a few weeks...