It hits 7pm and your boss has shown no signs of stopping working. They’re vigorously slapping the mouse as they move things around in Google Sheets. You’re going to have to do something. You approach their desk slowly… and when you get there you suddenly realise they’re crying.
What’s wrong, you say?
And suddenly it all floods out of them: their hamster’s dead. RIP Hammy, he lived a long, happy 18-month life. How do you respond?
B) ‘Erm… I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m going to the Churchill to meet the others.’
OR BACK TO START.