FREYA'S POVThe report was due at ten. I’d blocked out the morning for it two days in advance, checked the calendar Sunday night before bed to be sure, and walked in Monday assuming I had until ten to finish it.At nine-fifteen, Garrick appeared at my desk holding a printout. “Where’s the Q3 vendor summary.”“It’s not due until ten. I’ve still got.......”“It moved to nine.” He set the printout down in front of me, and there it was, right there on my own calendar, the entry showing the deadline shifted back an hour, with a timestamp from Friday afternoon that I never saw. “Which means it was due fifteen minutes ago, and Whitmore’s people are asking why they don’t have it.”“I never got a notification for the change.”“The system sends one automatically.”“Then it malfunctioned, because I didn’t see it.” My voice came out tighter than I wanted it to, defensive in a way that probably made me sound guiltier than I was. “I can have it finished in twenty minutes, it’s basically done, I jus
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