Ah, yes, the great memo massacre. Just trying to figure out who had actually received which messages, if any, had taken close to a week and run the secretaries ragged. Hayley spared the little birdie that had managed to make it to her desk with a badly damaged wing a fond thought and pulled her feet up onto the seat of her chair.
"I'd say good for you," she remarked wryly, "but it's not like you've been lacking for excitement around here, huh."