The Game is on. I don’t even follow sports, but I can tell. The mood around the office shifts. There are slight noises of rustling papers and opening zippers as people surreptitiously check their phones. A nervous energy permeates the air, and everybody’s foot is tapping.
I wish the boss had allowed them to watch it. He managed to schedule a “very important meeting” at the bar down the street, so he’s not around. Nothing is getting done here, and it’s really just annoying.
I’m not going to rat anybody out, of course. That would be poor form. I only hope that Johnson and McCall have the numbers for me by the end of the day so I can wrap up my project before I go home.
Tonight is the season finale of “Carnival Street” and I don’t want to miss it.