<span style="font-weight: bold">Narrator for Jules Barnhardt</span><br/><br/>You deal with several calls, the last one running into both your lunch-break and the woman you’d been talking to. You hadn’t quite hung up fast enough to avoid hearing the screams of one of her colleagues, as she took the obvious short cut to obtaining lunch… On getting back from your own bolted meal, you check your emails… one of the emails, you notice, is from the boss - and it’s already waited for awhile.<br/><br/>‘Jules,<br/><br/>Can you see me in my office, when you have a lull in the calls?<br/><br/>Belweather’<br/><br/>It was sent, you realise with a sinking feeling,<span style="font-style: italic">before</span>lunch. Ms Belweather - owner and manager of your small tech-support operation - didn’t make a habit of eating her employees, because it<span style="font-style: italic">also</span>eat into her bottom line, but if she were thinking of downsizing you anyway, and of course there could be exceptions…<span style="font-style: italic">especially</span>for an employee who annoyed her by taking his lunchbreak instead the meeting she’d requested…