A Starfleet colleague had sent a note yesterday requesting a meeting to clarify some aspects of the project. The Gorse Fox was up early and headed for the railway and on up to London. Two and half hours later he was unpacking his laptop and preparing for the day. Calls came and went, hours came and went, discussions came and went. The one thing that didn’t come was the colleague who had requested the meeting.
As you might imagine, Gorse Fox was less than chuffed and showed great restraint when she later called to ask a few questions. He maintained his equanimity and was polite as irony and sarcasm dripped from his lips.
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