Ivan strode in, full of purpose and - more importantly - fully awake after his little nap in his desk chair.
"Ivan Callistus, Oblivator Head," he announced quietly, sliding into the most comfortable looking seat. Transportation had nice seats - no tears in the leather or wayward springs. They probably have a bigger budget.. Ivan thought silently.
"My team should be right behind me," he added to the others seated, turning particulary to the nearest person to him. "And you are...?"
__________________ Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |