Voluntary Overtime

Meeting after meeting, the day seemed like it would never end. Favian was coming back tomorrow, but Richard wished it was today instead. He sat on his bum for so long and barely managed to squeeze in a bathroom break, missing lunch entirely. The coffee he had grabbed since morning had long gone cold and sour on his desk by the time the last meeting concluded at four.

The grumpy CEO sat down in his executive chair for the first time since morning and sighed. The growing number of urgent emails in his inbox reached triple digits, and Richard did his best to ignore the thousands of other emails waiting for him to sort because he wasn’t going to act on them unless one of his executives found him personally. Otherwise, they were merely written and sent to him out of courtesy to keep him in the loop of his business operations. He didn’t employ fools for exorbitant paycheques. They’d better be c