Michael ran a last comparison between the requirements estimates he and Alan had worked up and the libertines available in this year's intake, then sighed in relief and smacked the button to send the whole mess -- every file, every list, with spreadsheets -- to Harry. There. That was a good day's work done, hell it was a good month's work done, and he was more than ready to go sink into a hot bathtub. He might even come out again, eventually.
( ''Must be nice -- cushy office job, soft chair... bet you just sit in here all day lazing away while the rest of us do the real work...'' )