Violet walked into the offices holding a paper. She had caught an extra World Cup memo as it flew through the air in front of her. She pored over it as she walked, not having read it yet. It seemed that the final letter sent to the Minister had been almost exactly what she and Chad had devised together. Though she sort of had to squint to be able to read the small print, the message being delivered was clear enough. She stopped walking to fold up the memo and tuck it into the depths of her robes, and looked up. She had been so immersed in reading that she had completely forgotten what she was doing. As she looked around frowning, tring to remember, she noticed that the same memo had been laid on most of the desks. Good.