Danilo
"What do you mean it doesn't count as a breach of copyright? It's our idea! Didn't we trademark it already?"
"Well we were supposed to but you took so long the papers have been sitting on your desk gathering dust as we speak," she pointed to the stack of papers on my third desk close to the bookcase that I felt like dying. I just thought it was another pile of managers' weekly reports.
"Why didn't you put it in the urgent pile?" I pointed to the specific case slot that was labelled in gold 'urgent'. She didn't even need to answer that because the slot was filled to the max already. There was no way she could get any of that in there even if she tried. "Shit."
"Shit exactly. This was why I was saying to get your head out of the love clouds and actually focus on work," she stressed. "Dove is your creative assistant but he doesn't have the final say."
"What about Pa, he does?"
She rolled her eyes, "he went to Los Vegas."
