Page 96 of Imogen

I lean down over the desk. “Her issue was that you slept with her sister.”

Paul laughs. “She has you there.”

Dean has the audacity to look affronted. “How was I meant to know?”

“They were twins,” Levi replies before I can.

“Identical ones,” I add.

He holds his hands up. “All right. All right.”

I leave the men to tease him and head into the staff room. George is just setting the last of the food containers down.

“That smells amazing,” I moan. “Sometimes I wonder if it’s the food I miss the most. All they have here are protein bars and out of date pot noodles.”

“Well, fill up. We have a longer lunch today,” George announces.

“What did you need my help with?”

Laura opens up her laptop, and it immediately lights up. “First, this. The game is glitching here and no one can figure out why.”

She points to the level in which the character needs to hit the red hidden button in order to gain entrance to a concealed bunker. I already tabbed this issue for the engineers to fix. “I already flagged this. They’ve tried attaching it to the current game and that’s not how it works. They need to do it so it’s like opening a new tab on the web. The code they have there has errors in it. Which is why when you press it, it erases all of your progress and you need to start again.”

She’s already jotting everything I say down, and my brows pinch together when her notes become unreadable. George grins as he swallows his food. “Don’t bother commenting on her writing. She understands it.”

Laura lifts her head. “Huh?”

I grin. “It doesn’t matter,” I assure her.

“I wasn’t expecting it to be solved that quickly,” she admits. “It has everyone stumped and none of them are prepared to admit that they messed up.”

“Sounds about right,” I mumble. “What are the other things?”

She pushes the notes aside and brings out a folder. “I read through all of your notes, and I swear, I followed each instruction to the letter, but no one has signed up for the demo launch.”

“You need to send invitations,” I tell her.

She taps her pen against the table relentlessly. “I did. Twice.”

I shake my head and point to the list of emails she has. “You sent them an email. They’ll think it’s spam. My plan had been to organise a demo party. Send invitations out to them and have a small gathering.”

“But we’re having a launch party.”

“I know. But this isn’t for a launch. And you don’t need to do anything big. The second-floor venue hall has the space for this. Set up a meet and greet. You have well-known voice actors who would love to attend. Have the invitations set up as VIP, and I bet you will have a full R.S.V.P. attendance.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I don’t have time for this. How can I organise this in a just over a week when I have the launch to prepare for?”

“Right,” I begin and grab her pad and pen. “Laura, you will need to make sure the hall is free. Then call this number for tables, chairs and equipment. There is a budget set aside for this.” I write down all the things she will need. Including screens. “Have a few stations set up where people can play the demo.”

She places her hand over the pad. “Just help me do this. Please. I will pay you myself.”

“I’m happy to help where I can but I can’t take full control. I’m banned from the building if you remember. But I’ll do everything I can to lessen the load.”

She nods, placing her hand in her lap. “Okay.”

“I will get the invitations made up. I know a great designer,” I offer. “You can pay her when she’s sent the template.”

“Will people turn up on such short notice?” George asks.

---