Same as usual.” Alan glanced up from rearranging the papers. You been working on this stuff all night?” Flynn’s smile spread into a grin, but the tapping fingers moved a little faster as he said, “You’re a lifesaver, buddy. “You’re the best guy for the job.” He smiled warmly at Alan, who couldn’t help but smile back just a little, annoyed and tired as he was. “You work too much, man,” he said.įlynn didn’t even bother looking offended. He crossed his arms, tapping the fingertips of one of his hands against his elbow in apparent restlessness. I’m just trying to double check a few things before we give them the okay to go into the next stage.” He started re-sorting the papers, trying to tame the mess into something slightly more manageable.įlynn handed him the stack of contracts and watched as he put the papers into piles by department. Roy thinks they’ll be finishing on schedule, anyway. “No, it’s from a few other departments-programming sent me a few things to look at, too.” Coffee or no coffee, he needed to sleep soon. “Is all of that contract stuff?”Īlan sat back with a sigh and took off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes. Flynn tugged the stack out of his hands and started flipping through it quickly. Alan didn’t expect him to-he’d long since given up trying to get Flynn to keep a normal work schedule. Send me a copy, I’ll take a look when I go in tomorrow.” Flynn looked apologetic, but didn’t make any excuses about his absence. “They wanted you to look it over, but you haven’t been in the office the last two days, so they gave it to me.” He lifted a stack and held it up so Flynn could see. Legal’s been trying to iron out the specifics we talked about last week,” Alan said. “The proposed contracts for that shipping company you’re interested in.
“Anyway, buddy, I-wait, are you working?” he interrupted himself, frowning at the papers spread on the coffee table. “Sorry, sorry.” Instead of sitting, Flynn pushed himself to his feet and rounded on Alan with another wide grin. “It’s almost three, actually.” Alan nudged him as he slid by to take his seat again. “It’s what, like one in the morning? That’s not that late.” Flynn was sitting on the arm of the couch, his jacket laying in the armchair a few feet away. “It’s a bit late for house calls, you know,” Alan said as he stepped back into the living room. “Can I come in?” He stepped inside before Alan could answer and immediately went into the living room from the entryway, leaving Alan to shut the door behind him. His hair was a mess-no helmet, as usual-and his motorcycle jacket was already slung over his shoulder. “Hey buddy!” Flynn was already grinning at him when he opened the door. He let the curtain drop back into place and went around to the entryway. The figure waved a little as Alan watched. By the light from his front door, he could see a familiar silhouette walking up his drive. The revving stopped as he pulled back the curtain.
Only one person would have the audacity to ride their motorcycle through Alan’s very quiet neighborhood in the middle of the night. He shook his head and pushed himself up off the couch, heading towards the window.
He dropped his hands and looked at the window a headlight was shining through the curtains. As he contemplated the merits of going to sleep now and trying to finish reviewing everything in the morning, the revving of an engine outside reached his ears. With a small groan, he took his glasses off and rubbed at his face with the heels of his hands. He would be napping during lunch again, no question. He had to be up in a few hours to head into the office. He drained the last of his coffee and set the mug back on the table with a thunk, then looked at his watch and sighed a quarter till three. He could work at it for hours and still have a mountain of files to review. If there was one thing Alan truly hated about his job at ENCOM, it was going over paperwork.
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