Shani sighed and looked at the clock: 4:12 PM. Okay. Time to bear down and make the magic happen. For good measure, she made a face at Pariyat’s gray, retreating back. Then Shani opened the file that she needed to format.
Flipping through the slides, she started comparing what she saw with the list of edits in Pariyat’s email. After about a dozen pages, she stopped and groaned. The mean, short-tusked pachyderm hadn’t even attempted to apply the master styles or normalize the layouts. Instead, she had simply pulled in slides from multiple sources and arranged them, leaving the cleanup to Shani. This was going to take another hour of work easy!
Shani stood up and looked for her manager’s unmistakable profile. Two flapping ears and a huge back in a sweater were moving out the main door toward the elevators.
Flopping down into her seat, Shani exhaled a curse. So much for forty-eight minutes and leaving on time. There was no avoiding it either. She had promised to send a revised version to Pariyat before leaving, and had no chance of revising that timeline with the manager out the door. Besides, she should have seen it coming – Pariyat’s last coordinator had even alluded to it while training her. Like the woman had said, elephants never format.