Diora
"His schedule is currently packed, but I will see how I can fix up something with him," I said to the receiver, struggling to keep the phone in a place where I had tucked it between my ear and shoulder while typing away aggressively on my laptop. "I'll get back to you and let you know when I speak with him," I added, and hung up.
I groaned in frustration and was about to throw the phone on the empty surface opposite me when another call came in, but this time it was from someone I actually wanted to speak with.
"Hey, Karen." I chirped, my voice sounding strange even to my ears but I disregarded it and focused on what was at hand.
"Good morning, Diora," she responded politely.
"I haven't caught a whiff of you and your team at the office. The conference is in a week. You know how-
