“Carl! How’re ya?”
Carl looked up “Hi, Mark. All good, tha — ”
“Quick favour. Can you conjour up a poster for us? Nothing too fancy—we’re organising a last-minute event, and need designs ASAP.”
Carl sent the memo he’d been proofreading for Jason, and then turned to Mark smiling. “Sure. I’ll be happy — ”
“Cheers, life saver. Drinks on me, Friday!”
Carl had spent the morning proofreading his team mates’ work, before tackling Jason’s memo. It took him all evening — amidst discussions, brainstorming sessions, and distractions—to finish Mark’s designs.
By 7, he’d done everyone’s job but his.
*Ping* “u thr?”