Dispatch from an advertising future #115


She shouldn’t have watched. She knew it. And then she’d read the reports, got lost in the Storm. She didn’t join in, she just got soaked in it all. She should have logged off. She shouldn’t have gone there, she told herself. Now there was guilt as well as everything else. And now she had to work. She touched the sensor, her supervisor’s voice was lowered slightly: “Hi. I see you’re a little Brnt (™) today. We’ll just put the shades up for the next few days, shall we? Get you back on an even keel.” Her phone buzzed gently.