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Letitia informs me that, despite my express order to the contrary, you have gone ahead and requested their portfolio.

It stings me enough that you will not accept my word that they are mediocrities.

More than that, however, your disobedience has become a point of principle.

If on Monday I find that you have so much as fondled the zip on their book, then I will reverse my decision to take you back after your behaviour last week.

You have been warned.

Si

	[email protected] 1/13/00, 4:42pm (8:42pm local)
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re:	Horne

All day long the arsehole’s been looking smug as a bug on account of Vin’s sorry plight, but we just bumped into him in the bar and he was white as a sheet in a washing powder ad. Didn’t realise he’d take the news of Susi’s mock suicide so hard. Felt a bit sorry for him. Don’t worry, it passed in under a second. Anyway how could anyone seriously feel sympathy for a fat fifty-something in a Marilyn Manson T-shirt and a Hilfiger cap? What fucking planet is he on?

	[email protected] 1/13/00, 4:52pm (8:52pm local)
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re:	timesheets

There’s a new system, Godders. Susi Judge-Davis does all the Creative Department timesheets now. She’s much more efficient than any of us. Dump the lot on her desk and she’ll have them back to you before you can say “double entry bookkeeping.”

Brett and Vince

	[email protected] 1/13/00, 5:03pm
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How wrong could you be? The death row look is because he’s just sussed that Pinki’s about to see Kitty and Jane’s book. He must be evacuating breeze blocks. He e’d Pinki ordering her not to look at it on pain of dismissal. She’s doing the decent thing and ignoring the sly twat.

	[email protected] 1/13/00, 5:11pm
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re:	timesheets

Nobody tells me anything down in my cubby. Sounds like a topping plan though – maybe the creative department will at last catch up with the rest of the agency in this unglamorous but crucial activity. All outstanding timesheets will be with Susi first thing tomorrow. Thanks for the info, fellas!

Nige

	Letitia Hegg / [email protected] 1/13/00, 5:22pm
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Darling, I’ve this minute stepped out of an interview (a charming art director at Grey – I must send her your way) and I’ve read your screaming e-mail. I called TBWA but it was too late – the book was already
en route.
Never mind. I’m sure that if you call Pinki, she’ll send it straight back to me unopened. I have to say though that I’ve never known you blow so hot and cold on one of my little teams – you’re usually so firm and decisive. But Kitty and Jane seem to be having quite an effect on the CDs they encounter.

Letty

	[email protected] 1/13/00, 5:32pm
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re:	Cliffhanger

The merchandise has arrived. Pinki wouldn’t let me near it. She thumbed through it in total silence. Then she picked it up and swept out to see Crutton. Mood: fucking livid. Her close mates Love and Peace aren’t getting a look in.

	Pinki Fallon – 1/13/00, 6:21pm
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re:	urgent

I’ve been looking everywhere for David, Harriet or you. I need to see one or both of them on a matter of unbelievable importance. The
second you return to your desk please let me know where I can find them. Thanks.

	Zoë Clarke – 1/13/00, 6:35pm
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re:	urgent

Sorry, Pinki, but you’ve just missed them. They’ve both gone off to a client dinner. Freedom I think. I’d suggest you call them on David’s mobile, but he’s left it with me to charge up. Can it wait?

	Pinki Fallon – 1/13/00, 6:36pm
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re:	urgent