*can only stare at you rather dumbly when you first appear (so beautiful)(lots of women are beautiful, Salgant, what the fuck is wrong with you?)*
*finally remembers where he was, more or less, and that godawful mass of information on the screen in front of him*
This doesn't make any sense whatsoever. *picks up a pen and stabs it at the screen (he's not touching it, hell no, he might get infected)* How the hell can I be in three meetings at once?