Speaking of the devil, Tolu, my team lead saunters into the office carrying a folder with her. I know her coming never carries any good with it. So I groan inwardly and mutter a silent prayer that this be quick. I click on the query I have just finished and drag on the words to select it so that I can copy and paste it into the body of the email I'm to send to Mr Jacques.
The folder drops with a thud on my desk. As if my day couldn’t any worse.
“Talatu, I need you to work on these ASAP.”
“I’m in the middle of something Tolu and I already have a pile waiting for me.”
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