At a British company somewhere

The Vice President has accent like Tony Blair, and he has hired a short, nervous and trembling man named Mr. Dougherty as his accountant. Mr. Dougherty has the accent and demeanor one would expect of a watchmaker from a Disney movie.

Every morning the following conversation takes place:

VP: Mr. Dougherty!
Mr. D: Y--y---yess Vice President Hensey?
VP: You are my accountant, are you not?
Mr. D: Wh--wh---right you are sir.
VP: Well. Then account for Mr. Blake! He hasn't shown up for work this week.
Mr. D: Bu..bur sir? That's not wha-
VP: Mr. Dougherty!
Mr. D: Y--Yes sir.