Don Seligman squinted at the screen, and wished he hadn't left his glasses in the micro-kitchen. So far, the only upside had been the slightly blurred face of Marcus scowling as he tore Pete a new one for not using the latest iteration of Kediko Linux.
"Is that animation in-house?" he asked. Jeanie shrugged.
"He's had a year. Fuck knows what black arts he's subsumed."
Pete smiled.
"Subsumed. That's a beautiful word, Jeanie."
"For a less-than-beautiful person," added the Boy Wonder Harrison, who was still smarting from the highly personal onslaught Marcus had launched on him earlier. He'd expected the worst, being the newest recruit, but hadn't expected quite such elevated vitriol from a man he'd previously held in pretty high regard. "Put it this way, he's not using anything by Adobe, and hasn't used anyone who would. This is..." He struggled for a synonym.
"Case structure imperative," said Pete, aligning his Picard bobblehead with his Borg Queen. "It's not flawless, and he's nicked at least two aligned templates to set it up, but it's platform-neutral in any environment." He breathed out, and tapped his Iron Man bobblehead. "It's...horribly perfect. Probably look great on your 'phone."
Don grunted and glanced through the window at T, who appeared to be deeply into a 'phone call.
"This is what happens when we don't pay attention," he sighed. Jeanie frowned.
"That's a little unfair, Don. We've been in virtual stasis for months. The only new contracts we've signed have come via T. Shaky's hardly the word."
Pete nodded, following Don's sight-line to where T was hanging-up and leaning back in his chair.
"Do you think he knows what's going on yet?"
Jeanie noticed where they were all now staring and joined in, giving T a friendly wave.
"Does he look like he's hitting the wires with his CV? Marcus made one pit stop before coming in here. If T knows anything, he'll tell us."
To be continued...
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