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Hey! Watch who you're calling rubbish!

[colin looked up from his mobile and shook his head.] No, no, no. Not you. This device will be the death of me.

[She's in a pretty good mood.]

Do you want me to look at it?

[he was about a minute away from grinding that thing under his boot heel.] It's not the mobile so much as my boss will not stop ringing me on the damn thing.

Oh - uh ... sorry? What is?

My daughter--well not my daughter. [way to stick your foot in your mouth, colin.] She's sick and I can't go home yet, yeah? Shackled to my boss for the next five hours.

[She shakes her head] That's really unfortunate. I mean - that seems to me to be a good enough reason to let you go home.

Rubbish? He built a time machine! Out of a DeLorean!

[his ears perked up.] A what out of a what?

[her nosing in was completely with good intention, honest.] Is it really all that bad?

[he was juggling two coffees and his iphone. he was going to spit in his boss' coffee very soon if the man didn't stop texting him to change his order.] A bit, yeah.

Well then, allow me my good deed for the day. [he's offered a smile and a hand.] Come on. That's a disaster waiting to happen.

[he breathed a soft sigh and nodded.] Thank you. You're a lifesaver. [he handed her one of the cups of coffee.] Something was gonna go. I was really hopin' it was the coffees.

[she took the cup, the corners of her mouth twitching.] Wild guess, but . . . fetch quest for the boss?

Alright, mate? [She glances up from her paperwork, over her cup of coffee.]

[what? rose has paperwork? don't lie, rose.] Yeah. Starting to think my boss is a bit daft. He'll be the death of me.

[So much paperwork. So much paperwork.] I'd say the same, except my boss is my dad, so I get off a bit easy. What's the problem?

[likely story.] Bugger. I wish my dad was my boss. [he shook his head. he lifted his iphone up.] My boss is all miffed at the fellas up top. He's decided to take it out on me. Real charmer that one.