Stark Industries, Monday
Every year, on this day, Ender's mailbox would fill up five times as fast as per usual. He had started to avoid opening his email at all-- and this year's would be no different, especially not considering what else he had on his mind.
"You still have messages pending," Jane reminded him again, as he sank down behind his laptop.
"Don't we have a printer sitting out back?" he reasoned. "Maybe it's time for me to put some actual work in, instead of chatting all the time."
"You're going to have to answer them at some point."
"I have to do nothing of the sort," he said, and shut his laptop, and promptly vanished into the back to work on that printer.
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"You still have messages pending," Jane reminded him again, as he sank down behind his laptop.
"Don't we have a printer sitting out back?" he reasoned. "Maybe it's time for me to put some actual work in, instead of chatting all the time."
"You're going to have to answer them at some point."
"I have to do nothing of the sort," he said, and shut his laptop, and promptly vanished into the back to work on that printer.
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