"Jack's nephew is late again." Michael announced, irritated.
Rayan finished putting on his safety gear. "Brent has a name, you know. Besides, he's just a seasonal temp. We need the help."
The holiday rush was just gearing up to full swing at the shipping company. The number of packages they were processing had easily doubled, and would double once again before it was all over with. Rayan and Michael were given the promised extra member of their team, and things were going about as well as could be expected. Simply put, they were constantly behind schedule.
"I don't trust him." Michael grumbled. "He's just as bad as his uncle. I can feel it."
"He's not that bad," Rayan reasoned. "He might move a little slow, but he's allowed to operate a forklift, so that's better than nothi
