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Ah, yes, sure, Fletcher knew how it was. As he stepped out of the lift, he realized belatedly that this really WAS Conley's floor, as in, he was in charge of it, and wondered why the department chair or an assistant didn't just mosey on down to level four to pick up his plant? It was only a floor away? Here Fletcher was just killing time hustling himself back and forth between floors to ferry plants around, which was really a job quite beneath him, and yet one he had volunteered himself for to get out of the cubicles.
Ah, anyway. Now he was forced to walk down the corridor and he'd left his umbrella in his the office.
He decided to follow the woman at a pace that was slightly behind yet slightly with her, since they were both headed for the stairs now. "You'd think Accidents & Catastrophes would have this sorted by now," he pointed out to both of them. "Owls are a terrible solution to the memo problem." In case anyone was wondering, it hadn't been his harebrained idea.
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