![]() Henry was maybe doing more than he Joey had asked from him to try and make it easier on his partner. Even utterly miserable, Joey refused to just rest like a normal person and play catch-up once he felt better. Hence why Henry was in his office, playing the messenger for his partner and boss. ![]() It was less funny that over half the studio was out sick, though. There was some irony, to Henry’s mild amusement, that the offending, flu-spreading potluck had taken place on April 1. But everyone who hadn’t been able to go was feeling fine, and almost every attendee was still sick as a dog four days later. ![]() The culprit for the widespread illness, far as Henry and the others who had been spared could guess, was a potluck-type lunch held on the previous Saturday in celebration of-something. I can’t really complain, can I? I’m not at home with one of the worst flus I’ve ever seen in my life.” Slumping back in his chair, Henry sighed. I don’t envy you a bit.” Leaning her hip against the desk, she eyed him critically. She came around the side to join him, scrunching up her nose at the paperwork. “Believe me, this is the last desk I want to be sitting at right now.” Henry, seated at Joey’s desk, gave her an evil eye before continuing to flip through the documents in front of him. She ducked, giggling, before fully entering Joey’s office. Without hesitation, Henry grabbed one of the balled-up pieces of paper he’d set aside for this exact purpose and threw it at Allison. “Golly, Henry, here we thought you weren’t the type to sleep your way to the top.” ← Previous Work Part 5 of a great potential here, in us Stats: Published: Words: 4,807 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 10 Kudos: 33 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 154
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