Melvyn stomped down the hallway toward Daniel’s office. Shit damn, he’s not there. Where the hell would he be? We’ve got to have the code loaded into the build by 5:00, no ifs, ands, or buts. And speaking of buts, he’s probably outside smoking one, or someplace else sitting on his. Screw Daniel, he’s a lazy shit.
Melvyn turned the corner and ran into Hilda. She was carrying an 8-inch stack of loose papers and they flew everywhere.
“So sorry, Hilda,” Melvyn said and started walking away – but changed his mind. Got to be polite, she works for the boss, she might get me fired. He breathed in and out slowly, turned back and leaned down to the floor.
He pretend-laughed. “I can’t believe I’m so klutzy these days, running around trying to get the build out every day. You’re not hurt are you?” Of course Melvyn knew that Hilda wasn’t hurt, but he did have to kiss a little ass here, you know.
“Not at all,” Hilda said, collecting the papers and scurrying away.
Thank God that’s over, Melvyn thought – now back to Daniel’s desk. Finally, he’s there.
“Hey, screwball,” Melvyn said, putting a casual swoop into his tone of voice. Got to keep the idiot on his side, he thought – “what’s the story with your code? Submitted yet for the build?”
“Nah,” Daniel said. “Victor and I found another issue. It’s gonna take another day. But don’t worry, I’ll –“
“Ah, shit,” Melvyn said – aloud. Shit himself, he thought – don’t let him know you’re mad. “Well, that’ll just have to do. Until tomorrow then.”
Melvyn turned away and, looking around, beat his fists on his knees. There’d be hell to pay with the management team at tomorrow’s meeting, but what could he do? The stupid developers couldn’t produce diddly.
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