Nine

"Are you being serious, right now?"

"He's been waiting."

"But I didn't get the invite! No e-mail, or text."

A few other staff were eavesdropping on the conversation, and every single one of them began to pull up their phones. Presumably to look for an invite.

"I'm just a messenger, Mr Robin. The Auto show has already started"

Joanne began to pull away. The effect she was hoping for had not yet presented itself, but if she hesitated, then it would surely come crashing down.

"Wait." Robin pleaded.

"Hmm?"

"The Auto Show? Where is it??"

"Grenada."

"You'll never make it to see the Boss. Grenada is four hours away. If you go even now, without traffic, you'd be getting there by 2PM. Mr McAllister would have headed somewhere else" said a middle-aged man in the next cubicle.

Mr Robin was a determinate soul. Or more accurately, desperate. After all, McAllister Corp paid the best wages in the country. It would be disastrous to lose that.

He tore apart his desk looking for something in a frenzied