The problem, Adrian mused, was that his manager was prone to giving unnecessary, and long, speeches at the slighest occasion. Nobody gave a fig about Ryan’s birthday, and they were equally disinterested in their boss’s dull exhortation about being a team player or some other such nonsense.
They all just wanted that blessed cake on the table, rich with chocolate and jellied orange slices, around which the salivating team had gathered for this hollow celebration.
Ryan, the bushy-tailed youth, shuffled with embarrassment from all the attention.
