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�No, but the President-Elect did,� Bram replied as he stirred his coffee.
�I did it again,� Ronna cringed.
Bram nodded. �You did it again,� Otto affirmed.
Ronna made a little hmm sound before yelping when Josh opened his office door and appeared looking like an extra on Buffy the Vampire Slayer only paler and without the seemingly requisite leather. �Oh god!�
Josh frowned at Ronna�s reaction to him. He knew he wasn�t looking his best but he didn�t think he�d warranted the kind of reaction he�d gotten. �What?�
�I didn�t even know you were here,� Ronna said, unable to keep the shock and confusion out of her voice.
Josh coughed a little and reached for a carton of Tums. �What time did you get in?� Bram asked their boss.
�Six, six fifteen.�
�Whoa,� Otto said, his eyes growing wide. He�d gotten in at eight and it had felt proud to be so early�it was supposed to be a nine-to-five job, after all.
�Yeah, travelling threw me hours off,� Josh said, sounding exhausted and congested. It was obvious that he was starting to get sick but no one wanted to be the one to tell him that he should take some time off. He was, after all, the only one who really knew what he was doing. Plus it doesn�t do you much professional good to tell your boss he looks like crap.
�Usually seven-ish?� Ronna asked somewhat hopefully.
If Josh wasn�t so pressed for time he would have laughed. �Five-ish,� Josh said with a shake of his head. �Get me a meeting with Graydon,� he said to Otto who was acting as his assistant during the Transition. Otto stared up at the ceiling clearly trying to remember who the hell Graydon was as Josh walked over to him while noisily chewing his antacids. �This doesn�t reflect well on your hopes for advancement.�