I know this girl has a file of this saved somewhere. But where? I'm opening and closing files on the laptop, determined to find the one I'm looking for. Fingers thrum the desk. The brain does its best to work out what she'd have saved it under. I tried one other but it wasn't that. I'd give up, except I so badly want to sign off on this design's final part of the project. So I start sending my Assistant a text. Only to realise she's yet to respond to any of my messages this

Though not thunderous because you'd never label Joshua as a shouter or screamer, authoritative, yes, but never a shouter. Those words...

Had Lewis Hamilton won or lost that F1 race? Joshua's level of drunk indecipherable.