Jack ran round the corner into the office, desperately waving a cordless telephone and breathing heavily, to find his boss looming over him and grinning maniacally while holding a heavy ring binder.
Before Jack could cry out, the ring binder cracked down and sent a galaxy of stars into orbit around Jack’s head. With a slow almost cartoonish effect he folded up into a heap as his boss leapt over his prone form and darted back out the office. Jack collected himself and ran after him once more.
After a few more minutes of chasing, he eventually had his boss, Ricky, cornered in one end of the office, “Please, Ricky, you need to take this call!”. Outside the window behind Ricky the sun was shining through a clear sky and birds spiralled in the lovely breeze but inside the building the atmosphere was tense and stuffy.
With theatrical grace, Ricky raised his arms and crowed, “You cannot conference what you cannot see!” before casting his arms down sharply. A loud bang exploded into life and the room quickly filled up with smoke, blinding Jack’s vision with thick black clouds.
As Jack fanned the smoke away with his free hand he moved forward to find Ricky was no longer in the room but a quick look out the now open window showed him to be madly dashing towards his car in the distance.
With a sigh, Jack raised the phone back to his ear, “I’m sorry John, can we reschedule the conference call for later please?”