>>18667210>>18667228Dr. Clark looks at his tablet and chuckles silently, humorlessly. He can't imagine what social media silliness might possibly be worth his attention at a time like this. And there is quite the morass of mismanagement to sift through if he's to leave any approximation of coherence and utility for whoever is so unfortunate as to take over in a semi-permanent role at this establishment.
It wasn't how he expected to spend the days after returning from the conference in Phoenix, but the money offered had been difficult to decline, even for him. And there was some silly horticultural exhibit at the museum here that his wife had been eager to attend. He was pleased, in sort of a guilty way, that the volume of work before him had eliminated the need to fabricate any pretext for not attending on his part.
Well, back to work. On the chance that he was able to finish up and find a few hours time for leisure in the next few days, there was always the possibility of stopping by a local shop and picking out a nice gift for the boys. Surely they'd appreciate that.
He flips a switch on the tablet to silence all calls or texts except those from his current employers or a small handful of colleagues with whom he might need to communicate.
