Jan 23, 2009 17:02
"Have you got all of the work schedules?"
"Yes, Mrs. Matrix."
"The filemapping for the next five months?"
"Yes, Mrs. Matrix."
Technically speaking, the COMMAND.COM of Mainframe should have been out the door and home by now on her maternity leave. Except she kept insisting on double-checking everything again, for the third time that cycle. And the harried-looking red-and-grey hair clerk was looking over things.
And th-"
"Mrs. Matrix, I know ye worry about us like we were your own code and plasma, but we'll be fine the next few minutes yer away." Before Dot could get another word in edgewise. "And it be best that you start worryin' about your little alpha on the way. I know the rest of the office is. We're all a tingle over waiting to meet this wee one, after all the fuss she's caused."