A Model Relationship
Team: SUblime SUperscribes
The clocks are wrong. They’ve been that way for days now, but it’s not worth my time to tell my supervisors. My idiotic accounting colleagues don’t even notice. They gather around the coffee pot like sheep at the watering trough. Joining them would be a waste of my precious time. I’m only here because I have to be. My career means a paycheck and nothing more.
If I had a choice, I’d be at home. Sorting, planning, strategizing. The projection for my newest model includes a duration of one hour and fourteen minutes to assemble the foundation. I need to get started the moment I get home. I’ve also allotted thirty minutes for an obligatory dinner with my spouse.
Heather is suitable. At least I thought so when we married. Less objectionable tha
