Richard
“James, what on earth are you doing?” His office looks like an explosion in a widgets factory.
He glances up from where he is clipping some gizmo into the innards of a laptop. “Making a few changes to this machine so it does what I want it to.”
“If you need a new laptop why not just buy one that does what you want? I'm sure the company finances would stand it.”
He peers in, pushes at something and there’s a sharp click. Then he looks up over the top of his glasses. “This isn't for me. It's for Kirstie”
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“What’s my Technical Director doing spending his time on equipment maintenance for the concierge?”
“The one she was using was inherited from her predecessor and was more suited to playing Pac-Man than running surveillance.”
“Alright, but why are you doing the work?”
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