** Harper **
The extra workload for a whole other person turned out to be … unsurprisingly, a lot.
Monday was a blur of searching for documents, digging up old meeting minutes, and running around with files flying everywhere. It was crucial to keep all the substitute work that everyone put in aligned with Lindsey's original plan, and Harper didn't realize how demanding the task was until she was buried neck deep in bullet points.
Tuesday was worse. Between wrapping up Lindsey's leftovers, instructing the interns, syncing up with marketing, walking through trailer designs with art production, and trying to finish her own work, Harper wished that she was an octopus. Wouldn't things be so much more efficient if she had four times the number of arms? Preferably four times the number of heads and legs as well.
