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“Blah. Focus, Taryn.”
I print out all the help tickets and prioritize them by importance, like Christa was going to do, and set off about my day, fixing people’s computers, redownloading programs, and getting rid of viruses and bugs.
My happy place.
FOUR
Carter
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As I return from ameeting, I run into my personal assistant as she’s heading into the file room. Briana is more than a great secretary, she literally manages my life. I nod my hello, but she stops me.
“Just real quick. Don’t forget you’ve got a meeting with the IT department at three, and then dinner tonight with”—she glances down at her tablet—“Elle, at six. I just confirmed the reservation at Anthony’s Ristorante. Do you want me to send you a reminder?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” I reply, but I won’t forget. Anthony’s is one of my favorites and six p.m. is easy to remember.
“You got it,” she replies, walking away and disappearing into the file room with her arms full. I sometimes wonder why we bother printing out hard copies of everything and storing them, but you never know if computers and servers will crash, or just be temporarily unavailable. Then you’re stuck and not able to move forward, to get work done. To find old files and documents. I often wonder if the tech world will become too much for humans and we’ll one day just ditch it all. I didn’t think so, but one never knows.
I shake my head of those ridiculous thoughts and head back to my office. A glance at the Rolex tells me it’s 2:30 and I have a limited amount of time before the monthly meeting with the IT department.
Lockwood Technologies, Inc. is a small company. We develop apps and distribute them to all devices, desktop and mobile. Some are free or very inexpensive, down to 99 cents. Others are very costly and you have to pay by the year to access them—to the tune of thousands of dollars. Our apps are various in nature. From games to the more sordid and private type, my company is a conglomerate that caters to all wants and needs.
Ding!
I look at my computer to see I have an email.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Really?
Carter – is there a reason you didn’t show up at my mother’s funeral? Taryn could have used the support. I like to think my mom was there for you as a kid when your parents weren’t. Not cool. ~Eric
I sigh and scrub a hand down my face. As if I didn’t already feel like shit enough, he had to go rub dirt in the wound.
