“Why are you working?” Fred sighed as he pushed himself off the office doorframe. Dark hair mussed, dressed in jeans and a shirt, he looked like he was pushing the boundaries of what was deemed work casual and with good reason. The very reason he was there shaking his head woefully at Elinor, frowning as he walked around to peer at her monitor. “Pete’s not even here. There’s no work! None! It’s practically a vacation.”
Of course that begged the question of why Fred was even there, if he thought so little of their work ethic. But he and Pete got on just fine, and Fred did enjoy working there at their little firm. It wasn’t exactly where he thought he’d end up but it was better than most gigs he had had before. The laid back environment, when there weren’t any clients sitting in the conference rooms, had much to do with that. It provided the perfect place to rib one’s co-workers, and today Elinor was the target. “Come on. You could be doing anything. Marathoning bad youtube. Getting lost in Wikipedia for hours. Facebook farm games! Anything but actual work.”