My brain was hurting from staring at my monitor for six hours without a break and there was a nagging voice in my little head that was convincing me that I'd be using glasses by the end of the week. It seemed like my workload had tripled overnight, and that was absolutely fine, but if I didn't do something else soon, my head would explode.
"Boss, I have a fax for you from the Marketing Manager in Mexico City," Hugo's voice came in through the intercom on my desk, which scared the living daylights out of me because I kept forgetting that it was even there, or that he even existed. Having an assistant would take some getting used to.
"Bring it in, Hugo."
