Showdown at the OK-But-Can-Ya-Make-It-Happen Corral

A slip of paper with what appears to be a prescription written on it appears at my desk.  I look up.

“I need this meeting this week.”

I slide the paper over and read:  MTG next 48?  Oh no.  I look up.  “A meeting this week?  In the next two days?”

“Yes.”

I have a sudden view of the back of my own skull.  “We can try.  Who should be in it?”

“Me, Lorena, Hein, and Christoph.”

I squint, in that adorably astigmated way I have.  “Lorena and Christoph are in Frankfurt.”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t come in until 9:00,” I say.  “That’s their 4:00."  I wiggle my eyebrows.  "In European, that's 1600.”

“Yes.”

“And...”

“Can you make it happen?”

“My first thought, I say, smiling, “is that you make yourself available earlier.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Nein.  I work late.  I need that time in the morning.”  She sighs.

“Well, I can look.”  Clack clack clack.  “Nope.  They do not have 1600 available either day.”

“Can you ask them if they’ll stay late?”

I set my elbow on my desk, set my chin in my hands.  “Why would they want to stay late?”

“Hmm.  But you can ask them, right?”

I smile.  “Do you want to ask them?”

“No.”

“Sure,” I say.  “Yeah.  I can ask them.”

“Work your magic, Pearl.  Really appreciate this.”  She gives me pistol-fingers as she backs away from my desk.

Pew pew!